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DECENNIAL RECORD 



OF THE 



CLASS OF 1903 

PRINCETON UNIVERSITY 



EDITED BY THE 

CLASS SECRETARY 
1914 






Our mem'ries of these happy days 

Nothing from us can sever, 

Though all their light and joy and peace 

Vanished, is gone forever. 

Hushed grotv our songs, zvhile lozv and clear 

Through all the lapse of time, 

IJ'ith gladdened hearts the voice zve hear 

Of Alma Alater, Princeton. 

ipoj Ode. 




TO 1903 

The Secretary takes pleasure in presenting this Decennial Record 
to the Class. The attempt to put into book form in a short time the 
amount of material collected may explain any errors which appear. 

The whole Class is to be thanked for its hearty cooperation in 
responding so cheerfully to the requests for data. Especial thanks 
are due to Albridge Smith, Gilbert Close and Percy Pyne for their 
suggestions and editorial assistance. 

If this volume quickens our class spirit and brings us all just a 
little closer to Princeton it will accomplish the purpose of its 
publication. 

The Secretary. 



CLASS ORGANIZATION 

President 
Percy R. Pyne, II 

Vice-President 
Howard W. Ameli 

Secretary 
C. Whitney Daerow 

Class Rel<resentativc on Gradnate Council 
Albridge C. Smith, Jr. 

MEMORIAL FUND COMMITTEE 

AuGusTE Roche, Jr., Chairman 
Ward B. Chamberlin Gustavus Ober, Jr. 

Halstead Ci. Freeman Isaac W. Roberts 

REUNION COMMITTEE 

H. Frazer Harris, Chairman 

Ward B. Chamberlin Ellis L. Pierson 

George S. Couch, Jr. Arthur P. Robinson 

Frederick C. Fairbanks Isaac W. Roberts 

Uri B. Grannis Albert B. Schultz 

Otto A. Hack John E. Steen 

Gustavus Ober, Jr. Clarence E. Sterrett 

Edgar Palmer Erastus Wells 

John M. Perry A'Villiam L. Wilson 
Franklin L. Wright 



THE CLASS OF 1903 

PRINCETON UNIVERSITY 
BIOGRAPHIES 

p indicates permanent address to which mail may be sent with 
probabihty that it will be forwarded 

r indicates present residence address 

b indicates business address 




JOHN LEON ACHESON 

p b United Presbyterian Church, 420 Military Ave., Detroit, 

Mich, 
r 428 Military Ave., Detroit, Mich. 

Pastor United Presbyterian Church 

Detroit, Mich., Oct. 29, 1913. 
Dear Classmates : 

My life since my graduation has not been particularly illustrious. I 
won neither wealth nor decorations. But the 1903 Decennial Record 
will not be complete without my word. 

As has been shown in previous records issued by our class, my first 
three years after graduation from Princeton were spent in the United 
Presbyterian Theological Seminary in Allegheny, Pennsylvania. 
Almost three years more were spent as pastor at Port Huron, Mich. 



Nothing striking having been done here, I removed to my native state 
of Oregon, and toolc up work in Portland. The work there was 
entirely new, having been organized January 31, 1909, with twelve 
members. After three and a half years of hard labor, we were 
rejoiced at having acquired real estate and we erected a handsome 
and well-equipped building. The congregation was much enlarged and 
in good working order. This congregation now has a very bright pros- 
pect and will most likely soon be the largest one in our denomination 
in Portland. 

In October, 1912, I left the heavy work at Portland and took a year 
off, the greater portion of which time was spent in the Orient. The 
course I took may be indicated by naming some of the cities visited. 
On the day President Wilson was elected, November 5, I sailed from 
San Francisco. Some time was spent in the Hawaiian Islands. From 
here, I went, via Yokohama, Kobe, and Nagasaki in Japan, to Manila. 
After four weeks in the Philippines, I sailed to Hong Kong, Canton, 
Macao, Shanghai, Nanking, Tientsin, and Peking were visited in order. 
At Shanghai, I was enabled to see the home life of the Chinese through 
the courtesy of a graduate of Harvard University. My experiences 
there were among the most enjoyable of the whole journey. At Peking 
I fell into the hands of Edwards and the other Princeton fellows in 

ACHESON 
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FOR San 
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connection with the Y. M. C. A., and had a splendid time. Their new 
building was almost completed. It is a thing of beauty and is well 
equipped. The boys are doing good work. This Y. M. C. A. is strictly 
a Princeton affair. If you haven't been supporting it, send along your 
contributions ; for it is worthy. 

Through the kindness of Mr. C. T. Wang, vice-speaker of the 
Chinese Senate, I had the opportunity of visiting the first parliament 
of the young republic. On April 27, 1913, the day of prayer for China 
observed so generally over the Christian world, I attended the native 
Methodist (American Mission) church at Peking. Mr. C. T. Wang 
made the speech of the day. It was a memorable date for China. It 
also means much to have such men as Mr. Wang in high political 
positions. One hopeful sign for China, now that she has representative 
government and will be electing men who are best prepared to hold 
political office, is that the great majority of the educated men of the 
nation have received their training, in whole or in part, in Christian 



schools. Christianit}', therefore, is going to have an iixfluence in China 
vastly beyond her numerical strength. 

The next point of interest was the Great Wall of China a little north 
of Peking. This is easily accessible now, because the railroad carries 
one right to the wall. Mukden and the dry plains of Manchuria next 
claimed attention; and then the journey bent southward through the 
entire length of Korea. Pyeng Yang and Seoul were interesting. In 
Seoul I met Dr. Hirst, a medical missionary, who is a Princeton man. 

In Japan, I visited Shimonoseki, Kobe, Osaka, Kyoto, Nara, Aman- 
ohashidate, Nagoya, Yokohama, Tokio, and Nikko. I held no tete-a- 
tete with the Emperor or anything like that, but I had a real good 
time for about five weeks. On a number of occasions, I enlightened 
some Japanese upon the California land question, which was then under 
discussion. I have very pronounced views upon that question. In 
Tokio, I had the pleasure of meeting again Mr. B. Hattori, who was in 
Princeton from 1902 until 1906, in that time securing his Ph.D. degree. 
He is now a professor in Waseda University in Tokio. I was most 
delightfully entertained by him in true Japanese style. I also met the 
Rev. Mr. Senouye, who spent several years at Princeton. 

On June 23, I set foot again in San Francisco and after a visit at 
my home in Oregon, came eastward and have settled down in Detroit 
in a congregation which has been rent asunder. I have been sent for 
"to see what I can do." It looks like a big job to me and I am making 
no boasts about the future. But a year from now, "we will see what we 
will see." If any of you fellows happen inlto Detroit, I, shall be glad 
to have you hunt me up. 

"With malice toward none and charity for all," I am. 
Sincerely yours, 

John L. Acheson. 




CYRUS HALL ADAMS, JR. 

p r 10 E. Schiller St., Chicago, 111. 



2 West Adams St., Chicago, 111. 



m Mary Seymour Shumway, June 19, 1906 
'Cyrus Hall III, b Oct. 24, 1909 



Lawyer 



Chicago, 111. 
Dear Whitney : 

I refuse to answer by advice of counsel. No photographs obtainable. 
I dispute Chap. Barron's claim to be the most bald-headed man in the 
class. The book is a fine idea. 

Cy. Adams. 




CHARLES EDWARD ALLISON 

p Spring Mills, Center Co., Pa. 

r 50 Gerrard St., E., Toronto, Can. 

b 163 Yonge St., Toronto, Can. 

m Hermine Bultman, May 11, 1912 

Vice-President and Manager of the Canadian Ice Machine Co., 
Ltd., of Toronto 

Toronto, Ont., Aug. 25, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Of course you do not appreciate how hard it is for an ordinary man 
to write a letter, because letter \vriting is pretty much like your job. If 
I should ask you to design an ice plant, and insist on it, may be you 
would have the same feelings as I have about this confounded letter. 
It is very nearly as bad as having a photograph taken. 

Ice plants and refrigerating machinery, however, have taken up the 
greater part of my time the past eight years, although last year I found 
time to get married, and had a two months' trip to Europe shortly after 
the event. 

During these eight years, have always been connected with the York 
Manufacturing Company, first at the factory, then with their New York 
Agents, the Shipley Construction & Supply Co., first in the engineering 
and erecting departments, and later Manager for them. 

I am still in the firm of the Shipley Construction & Supply Co., but 
came over to Canada in March, to take charge of the new Company 
(Canadian Ice Machine Co.) we have incorporated over here to handle 
York products. 

After leaving college at the end of Sophomore year I was with the 



Pennsylvania Railroad, west of Pittsburgh, for over three years, as 
special apprentice in shops and motive power offices. Was one of the 
men sent from the Ft. Wayne shops to work on the Locomotive Testing 
Plant at St. Louis Exposition. Canby '02, Morie '01 and Imbrie '03 
were also there from the Altoona shops, as well as many other college 
men from other shops on the Pennsylvania System. 

Left the Railroad early in 1905 to take a job in Baltimore with the 
Baltimore Refrigerating & Heating Co., where I got a start in refrigera- 
tion, though I only stayed with the concern a year. After this I went 
with the York Manufacturing Co. 

On a business trip to England and France, during summer of 191 1, 
ran into Harold Nevius in Paris, and Dugro on the boat coming back. 
Qf course, during my seven years in New York, I saw lots of Prince- 
ton fellows. They are mighty scarce up here, however. 

So far, my stay in Canada has been very pleasant, though busy, 
but do not expect ever to become a good subject of King George. 

Hoping the above will not sound too much like an application for a 
position with a description of my experience, and looking forward with 
pleasure to receiving the record, I am. 

Most truly, 

C. E. Allison. 




HOWARD W. AMELI 

p r 1422 Pacific St., Brooklyn, N. Y. 
b 141 Broadway, New York City 

Lawyer 

New York, Nov. 6, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

I am sending you herewith inclosed statistic blank. I appreciate the 
fact that there is a great amount of labor involved in gathering the 
material for the Class Record book and I hope you will pardon me if 
I have caused you any unnecessary delay. I want to take this oppoi'- 
tunity to congratulate you on the excellent manner in which you 
managed our Decennial Reunion. 

With best wishes for the success of the Record book and with kind 
regards to yourself, I am, 

Sincerely yours, 

Howard W. Ameli. 
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JAMES C. AMES 

pb Harris Trust Bldg., iii West Monroe St., Chicago, 111. 
r 4603 Woodlawn Ave., Chicago, 111. 

m Zee Kendall, July 28, 1906 

Banker. Member firm Ames, Emerich & Co. 

Chicago, Oct. 28, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

I will endeavor to give you in words of one syllable the story of my 
life since graduating. 

In the fall of 1903 I applied for a position with the Jones & Adams 
Coal Co. here in Chicago, and much to my surprise was given a 
position. I was so excited that I forgot to ask what my salary was to 
be, and at the end of the first week was very much disgusted to find 
I was worth only $5.00 to them. I was sure some mistake had been 
made, but was re-assured that there was none, and this price for my 
valuable services as office boy continued for a period of six weeks at 
which time I retired. I tell you this in "all confidence" for the reason 
that the banking house of N. W. Harris & Co. which employed 
me at that time thought that I was a well paid employe with the 
Jones & Adams Coal Co. and I did everything I could to encourage 
them in their belief. My plan was successful and, shortly after, I was 
placed in the corporation buying department of their home office here 
in Chicago. It was with great pleasure that I used to press the button 
for an office bo)' or a messenger and a Yale or Chicago University man 
would answer. 

After a year's experience in the buying department I was placed in 
the sales end where I continued with them for a little over seven years 
at vv^hich time I formed the investment banking house of Ames, Emerich 
& Co., selecting as my partner, their best salesman. This was in 
March, 191 1, since which time I am pleased to say we have prospered 
both in developing a good name for buying and selling only the choicest 
of securities and in nailing down a few quarters and halves. 

It has been my experience since graduating, that the friendships 
formed while in College are the most enjoyable ones afterwards, and 



the least likely to be broken even where distance intervenes. Business 
friendships seem to have but one end in view : Get what you can out of 
the other fellow, while the college friendship is : Get what we can out 
of life together. I hereby refuse the first prize for class poet. 

One of the recent callers at my office was Bill Donald, whom I was 
very glad to see, and he seemed very happy, as he was on his way East 
to be married. John Clancy, alias Willie Goble, alias Lone Jack, has 
appeared in Chicago from time to time perfectly sober, and with the 
reputation of being a patron of art and literature of Louisville. My old 
roommate, Steve. Templeton, took the marriage vows a few short 
weeks ago, and believe me, he picked a winner. 

It was such a pleasure to see the men of 1903 last June, that I expect 
to return to Princeton again in 1914, with the hope of seeing many of 
my classmates who are fortunate enough to live so near their Alma 
Mater that they can return almost at will. 

I want to thank all the various committees that made our stay in 
Princeton such a pleasant one and sent us on our way with the resolution 
that we would all return in igi8. 

With kind personal regards to you and all my classmates who maj' 
read this letter, and with the hope that some of them will take the 
trouble of calling me up when passing through Chicago, believe me, 
Faithfully yours, 

James C. Ames. 




JAMES WOOD AMES 

p r I Walden PL, Montclair, N. J. 

b 417 Communipaw Ave., Jersey City, N. J. 



m Dorothy H. Marston, Nov. 9, 191 1 
Manufacturer 




SAMUEL ANDERS ANDERS 

p Lansdale, R. D., Pa. 

r 1412 Euclid Ave., Philadelphia, Pa. 

b Temple University, Philadelphia, Pa. 

m Charlotte Madaline Whitmore Horn, June 21, 1905 
Samuel Sterling, b Jan. 16, 1907 
Viola Dorothy, b Apr. 4, 1909 

Professor of German. Temple University 

Philadelphia, Pa., Oct. 29, 1913. 
My dear Whitney: 

In compliance with your recent most urgent request, I must not 
defer writing any longer. 

Concerning my profession since graduation, I have been connected 
with The Temple University as Professor of German since February, 
1906. This may appear to be an unusual distinction, if you recall 
those frequent abortive attempts or even endeavors to translate Latin, 
Greek, or German back in Freshman year. Until the opening of the 
present term, I taught all the German offered here since my so-called 
probationary term in 1906. This year I am relieved of all the Ele- 
mentary German ; but in spite of that it is probable I shall need extra 
assistance by the beginning of the second term. Of course — and let me 
make this perfectly clear — this is chiefly due to the rapid growth of the 
University ; no special credit is deservedly due to the Department of 
German. I feel obliged to spend a considerable amount of time here in 
connection with the various courses we are offering, but I thoroughly 
enjoy every hour of it. 

That you may know just a little more. about The Temple Univer- 
sity, I shall simply quote a few clauses from the Annual Catalogue : 
"The Temple University had a very humble beginning twenty-eight 
years ago. An earnest young man suggested that a course of study for 
ambitious young men might be offered at night. The President, Dr. 
Russell H. Conwell, endorsed the plan, a small group of students came 
together, with the president as its first teacher. Two years after its 
inception the increase in number of students necessitated a removal 



to a separate building. At the time when the institution secured the 
College charter (1888) the number of students was 590. Now the num- 
ber of students averages about 3,500 each school year in regular courses, 
not including many more attending lectures. C3ii December 12, 1907, 
the charter was amended, changing the name from the Temple College 
to The Temple University. During the year 1907, the Philadelphia 
Dental College, one of the oldest and best known Dental Colleges in the 
United States, federated with The Temple University. The total 
number of instructors is 227. To-day there are 17 departments, with 
64 different courses, offered to the students. The University conducts 
classes morning, afternoon and evening during the academic year. It 
gives courses from the Kindergarten grades up to the highest University 
grades, including the Law School, the Aledical School, the Dental 
School, and the Theological Seminary. This University is an incor- 
porated unsectarian institution ; it is a benevolent enterprise, established 
solely for the public good." 

The decennial reunion last June was a unique and memorable 
event, and the memory of it, I am sure, will become sweeter and 
sweeter as the months and years glide by. 

Your humble classmate, 

S. A. Anders. 

Sam is also Sunday School Superintendent and a Deacon in 
the First Schwenkfelder Church, Philadelphia. 




ROBERT EARLE ANDERSON 

p 275 Nassau St., Princeton, N. J. 

r 942 East Broad St., Stratford," Conn. 

b Lake Torpedo Boat Co., Bridgeport, Conn. 

m Emily Hays Farr, June 6, 1906 
Edith, b Jan. 25, 1908 
Helen, b Sept. 5, 191 1 

Naval Architect. Assistant to General Manager Lake Torpedo 
Boat Co. 



Briclgei)ort, Conn., Oct. 20, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

I enclose a document for publication in the record. I am no 
lawyer, but I have no doubt that even Col. Bjdes would readily adjudge 
it as illegal as against public interest. This document was entered for 
probate, or rome similar process, on the night of the trials for the long 
distance cup at the great Decennial and was the subject of a very 
exciting contest. The sums involved were so vast that the contestants 

THE AGREEMENT 

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did not feel justified in further jeopardizing the stability of Wall Street 
which was at that time in a rather precarious condition, so they com- 
promised by agreeing that the loser was to pay to the winner and 
to the stake holder each a five pound box of Huyler's. So far I have 
seen nothing of the Huyler's and ask you to publish this document in 
order that the guilty parties may be properly brought to the bar of 
public opinion. 

Very sincerely, 

R. Eaele Anderson. 




ROBERT PATTON ANDERSON 

p 259 A'Valnut St., Bloomfield, N. J. 
r 800 Hancock St., Portland, Ore. 
b Portland Academy, Portland, Ore. 

m Madeleine Masten Xewton, Oct. 29, 191 1 

Instructor in Latin, Portland Academy 

Portland, Ore., Nov. 19, 1913. 
My dear Classmates : 

After a delightful association of three years with Whitney Darrow 
in the Princeton University Press I have returned to my old profession 
of teaching and am now instructor in Latin at the Portland Academy, 
Portland, Oregon. This school is about the only first class private 
college preparatory school on the North Pacific Coast and the other 
two Princeton men on the faculty and myself are doing what we can 
to steer any promising material towards our old Alma Mater. 

There are very few Princeton men resident in this part of the 
country, but I know that many must pass through such a commercial 
and tourist center as this city ; and I certainly hope that if any 1903 
man ever finds himself here in Portland, he will look me up at the 
Academy, corner of 13th and Montgomerj^ Sts., and give me the chance 
to renew an old and valued acquaintance. 

With my very best wishes to each one of you, 

"Major" Anderson. 




CHASE ANDREWS, JR. 

p r I Summit St., Flushing, L. I., N. Y. 

b Room 5006, Grand Central Terminal, N. Y. 

Clerk with New York Central Railroad 



New York City, Sept. 3, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

The enclosed blank gives the particulars of a particularly uneventful 
career, which. at first glance would appear to be entirely devoid of ambi- 
tion and so to save the "Record" from including anything entirely 
lacking interest, I hasten to assure you and the class that my inactivity 
is only the lull before the storm, and that the next record will make a 
more brilliant showing at the spot where my name appears. A large 
number of children, including twins and perhaps threesomes will 
proudly look out from the pages, giving indications of a domestic 
felicity which ends not at Reno. This all is contingent on the publi- 
cation of the next "Record" being postponed until, we have passed the 
fifteenth milestone since 1903 or as Xenophon would - say, 'Vapasayyas 
ttcVtc Kai' Sexa" (it is good to turn back occasionally to the old beloved 
Greek which at one time was more familiar to us than the Queen's 
English itself). 

The following brief outline may be in order although it is not 
without a blush that I write it. 

Graduation found me in need of money and no prospects so I went to 
Maine and loafed for several months. Finding that even this did not 
make me rich, the radical idea that perhaps work would help came to 
me, so I procured an important position in the A. T. & S. F. Ry. as 
office boy. This lasted for two days when the Mexican Central R. R. 
acquired my services at a handsome decrease in salary and installed me 
as office boy. This meteoric career came to the notice of the N. Y. C. 
& H. R. R. R. after four months and they offered me a fine position as 
office boy. At last had come a time when my University training 
helped in business, adding many long columns of figures, and twice the 
scjuare root had to be extracted. The railroad has been my master ever 
since. It is my "Alma Pater" and every night I sing a song in its 



honor, standing and holding my hat in the air. It runs something hke 
this : 

Working, working all the day 

Very long hours and rotten pay. 

When I get rich like John G. Bell 

The New York Central can go to Poughkeepsie. 

During the time when I can drag myself away from work, that 
noble game of golf brings back health to my tottering frame, and it is 
good to see how many of "Ours" are enthusiastic golfers. 

It is my own humble opinion that St. Paul has been incorrectly trans- 
lated at the parts where he exhorts those chaps. He undoubtedly 
spoke prophetically of golf and said, "Gird on the midiron of Charity, 
the cleek of love and the mashie niblick of righteousness." Golf is a 
great simplifier of problems of a complex life. Often when there 
have been important duties to perform, have I taken my way to the 
golf course and between strokes meditated on the difficulties in my 
business and on returning to the office the next day, sure enough 
ever3'thing is clear, — someone else has done the work. 

I convey through you my fraternal greetings to our men than whom 
God never made better. 

Chase Andrews, Je- 




JOHN GASSAWAY ARMSTRONG 

b 130 Post Ave., Detroit, Mich, 

1" 525 Jefferson Ave., E., Detroit, Mich. 

President The Armstrong Company, specialists in plastic 
cements 



Detroit, Mich., Nov., 5, 1913. 
My dear Whitney: 

The question you have included in the list for the compilation of 
vital statistics, of whether or not a man has occupied any position 
of trust or honor seems to me to be very unnecessary. You might 
have simply asked whether or not a man was married and I could 
have replied, that I never had enjoyed the supreme happiness of 
having occupied such a position. 

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You will note from the answers that I have given that my family 
is nil and I might add, if I may coin such an expression, that my 
prospects are "niler." A fellow who has lived as I have and who 
continues to live as I do has little chance of becoming ensnared. 

For seven years I have globe trotted and in the course of my 
travels (for business only), I have visited practically every city 
between New Orleans and Quebec east of the Mississippi River. 
While this life has been a hard one in a good many ways, it has had 
its compensations for I have been able to renew and increase my 
acquaintance with Princeton men all over the country. Sometimes 
they have gotten me into trouble as they have regarded the arrival of 
an out-of-town Princetonian as a signal for "a party." If you have 
ever visited some city a thousand miles from Princeton and been 
extended such hospitality as I have enjoyed, you will appreciate my 
sentiment. 

Two years ago, I decided to come to Detroit to live and to engage in 
the business here of manufacturing the same products which I had 
formerly sold when connected with the firm in Philadelphia. While 
we have been going along in a modest way, we are fortunately sharing 
in the prosperity which this town has had for the past five years and 
indications are that the business will grow nicely and in the course of 
time develop into one of fair proportions. 

Let me express the hope that this Decennial Record will reward 
your efforts by being "the one best bet." 

Sincerely yours, 

John G. Armstrong. 




SINCLAIR HOWARD ARMSTRONG 

p r 140 East 36th St., New York City 
Id 258 Broadway, New York City 



m I-Catharine Martin LeBoutillier, Nov. 23, igio 
Sinclair Howard, Jr., b April 5, 1912 

Lawyer 

New York, Oct. 21, 1913. 
No, my dear Whitney, in spite of your thoughtful blank, providing 
for the position of Ambassador, Justice of the Supreme Court and 

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Alderman, I have occupied none of these interesting and useful places. 
In the last ten years, I have studied law, acted as assistant to my 
father, and agent for an estate. I have traveled as far west as Alaska, 
and as far east as Syria. 

You ask what I am thinking abojut, and one subject is Princeton. The 
generosity of the past has given to Princeton a splendid physical ecjuip- 
ment. Now she needs more great teachers, the makers of a University. 

In New York, at present, our chief thought is the question of purer 
politics, and how to get them. And further, it has given me intense 
pleasure to see Woodrow Wilson president of the United States. The 
hatchet faced gentleman in the C]uiet gray suit, who used to ride up and 
down the streets of Princeton on an old bicycle and over whose clefini- 
tion of "Sovereignty" I puzzled for hours, is cruising the Potomac in 
his yacht, and appointing members of the Cabinet, and the governor of 
the Island of Guam. I think Woodrow Wilson is fine. 

With these few observations, and the cheering news that my portrait 
in oil follows by mail, we go to press. 

Your friend, 

Sinclair How.\rd Armstrong. 




MORGAN ASHLEY 

p r Prince St., Bordentown, N. J- 

m Elizabeth Howell Miller, Apr. 27, 191 1 
Elizabeth Morgan, b Oct. 31, 1912 

Rector Christ Episcopal Church, Bordentown, N. J. 



Bordentown, N. J., Aug. 25, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

You ask for a letter from me and first of all, I want to congratulate 
the Reunion Committee on the finest Reunion ever held in dear old 
Princeton. All the arrangements were most satisfactory and three 
long loud cheers must be given for the 1903 Decennial Reunion. 

Everyone's comment on our costumes was most favorable and as we 
marched around the field you could almost hear the roll of the drums 
and the crack of the rifles of the "Battle of Princeton." Shades of 

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Colonial officers were driven away by our noble array. But enough 
of this. 

Thank you, everything is going well with me. I have been Rector 
here since last October and I find it a very interesting and good work. 
Most charming people here and quite a number of Princeton men. 
There is a large boy's school on the outskirts of the town and there is a 
squad that come to church from it. Besides preaching to them I have 
incidentally the chance to put in a good word for Princeton. 

My famil)', consisting of my wife, daughter and self, are progressing 
slowly but well I hope in all respects. We see very few of the 1903 men 
and only wish this place was on the main line to everywhere so that 
we could see everyone on their way out and in. 
Ever your friend, 

Morgan Ashley. 




HENRY CLIFTON ASHMEAD 

p 314 N. Wayne Ave., Wayne, Pa. 

r 218 Clayton St., Montgomery, Ala. 

b Montgomery Power Co., Montgomery, Ala. 

Enaiineer 



Wayne, Delaware Co., Penna., Aug. 27, 1913. 
Dear "Sunshine" : 

Your bulletins No. i and No. 2 and your letter acknowledging the 
receipt of my statistic blank have been received and I am hastening 
to comply with the requests mentioned therein before you find it 
necessary to send me bulletin No. 3, which will, I have no doubt, con- 
tain some straight talk. 

Well, if Em to tell what I've been doing and what I have been think- 
ing, etc., etc., Ed better be getting busy so here goes. But before I 
5tart I want to say Em not going to tell everything. It would never do. 
Why I know something about Chap. Barron it would never do to put 
in print. And it's the same way with Big Jimmy Ames. However, it 
really doesn't seem ten years since we went through the car windows. 
I don't feel ten years older and according to some of my friends I don't 
act it. There's a change, of course ; it's in me and you and in Princeton. 



I noticed the change in Princeton and the fellows last spring, especially, 
because I hadn't been back for ten years and I hadn't seen many of 
the fellows during that time. I tell you I felt mighty proud last 
spring to be one of them and to be from Princeton. And I might as 
well say right here that I haven't stayed away because I wanted to, 
but because of the distance and interference of business duties. I'm 
always crowded with work in June. After this I'm going to make a 
greater effort. 

It's a little over ten years ago that I landed in Greensburg. That's Bill 
Coulter's town you know. Bill got me to go out there and dig coal 
with him awhile. He had suggested this to me back in June, but as I 
had a condition in Physics and Robbie Robinson was sick with typhoid 
at the Infirmary, I determined to hang around Princeton until things 
got straightened out a bit. I left after Robbie began to eat solids and 
to notice what was around him, and reached Greensburg late in the 
afternoon of July lo. The next night Bill was good enough to take 
me to the Westmoreland Club where they tried to drown me. Such 
a headache. Well, through Bill's kindness, I soon knew a great many 
people and began to feel at home. 

Greensburg is a very delightful town, but was not quite so well 
known before William's time. I was employed there on the engineering 
corps of the Keystone Coal and Coke Co. for about two years and a 
■ half, working first in their draughting department and later at the 
mines surveying and in charge of construction work. Once while here 
I was drawn for the grand jury and very strangely Bun Wilson brought 
a case before us and was there to testify. We brought in "not a true 
bill" in his case and I think he will admit that was all we could do. 
Robbie use to get in town once in a while ; had a contract nearby. I 
hadn't been there more than six months before I was enlisted in the 
local military organization — Company I, loth Regt. Infantry, N. G. P. 
Of course this was to be expected as I had had considerable military 
service before entering Princeton and had not gotten tired of it. In a 
short time I was appointed corporal and later elected to the 2nd Lieu- 
tenancy, which office I held until business pressure compelled me to 
resign. 

Snick Sullenberger visited Greensburg while I was there and we had 
a large party with Casey Paull and two other men on the evening of 
July 2. Yes indeed, it was some party. Ask Casey. Snick bet a 
million dollars that Grover Cleveland wouldn't be nominated for the 
presidency. Yes, it was some party. Ask Casey. In the fall of 1905, 
I felt that a change of employment was necessary to the continuance of 
satisfactory business progress, therefore I secured a place in the engi- 
neering department of the Pittsburgh Construction Co., general contrac- 
tors of Pittsburgh, Pa. This is about thirty miles West of Greensburg 
and in as much as the train service was good I found it possible to 
continue for awhile my residence in the latter place, and thus keep up 
the many pleasant associations formed. I was with the Pittsburgh Con- 
struction Co., for five years about half of my time being spent in 
Pittsburgh and the balance on the road or running jobs. Business used 
to take me through the coke region once in awhile and I nearly always 
had time to look up Jim Conrad and Ike Hustead. At that time Bill 
Singer lived in Connellsville, Pa., but we never got together there, 
although I used to run across him in Pittsburgh. My work took me over 
quite a large territory, but unfortunately unless stationed at an opera- 



tion I had very little time for anything but business. One year I was 
in charge of work at Corning, N. Y., and another at Gary, Indiana. 
The New York state job was a thirty-six stall round house and six 
shop buildings for the N. Y. C. and H. R. R. R. Co. Although there 
were a few Princeton men in Corning, I saw very few 1903's during 
that year and the following. At Gary, I erected the American Sheet 
and Tin Plate Co.'s mill buildings for their No. i plant. Gary was 
being developed at that time and was quite interesting and the job was 
a good sized one — the payroll at times running up to $600.00 per day — 
so that I was kept too busy to look up the Chicago bunch. In fact 
I was only in Chicago four times, and then on business. I ran across 
John Armstrong's trail several times out there and, believe, me, if all 
I hear is true he must be some man. He had left before I hit Gary, but 
his fame remained. One evening, while talking to friends in a cigar 
store across from the Gary Hotel, a stranger tapped me on the 
shoulder and said "Do you know that man looking at you over there?" 
I sure did. It was Gephart. He was helping construct the coke oven 
plant of the Indiana Steel Co. at Gary. I was mighty glad to see' him 
)'0U can bet, the first time in about nine years I think. I was sick of 
Gary, its sand and tumble weed and wind, and delighted when I was 
able to leave for old Pittsburgh. 

A few months after returning to Pittsburgh, I went with the Ley 
Construction Co., of that city as General Superintendent. The}' handled 
a general contracting business and fortunately most of it near Pitts- 
burgh so that I was able to live like a civilized being for a while. It 
was necessary for me to be away for but one operation, a sewage dis- 
posal plant for the South Mountain State Sanitorium, Franklin Co., 
Pa., about five miles from the railroad at Mont Alto, Pa., and 
fifteen or twenty miles from Chambersburg, Pa. I was there dur- 
ing the winter of 1911-12 and had all I want of cold weather and poor 
food. I don't intend to reflect on the sanitorium, I didn't live there. 
During my short stays in Pittsburgh I use to see some of the local 
bunch now and then. My old friend Harry R. delighted me b}' hanging 
out his shingle as PI. Ryerson and Big Jimmy Ames waved a greeting 
to me as he rushed around the place getting dope for his new spike 
factory. I never saw "Lover" in such a hurry before. "Brute" 
Hodgman dropped in to see me one day. That was while his mustache 
was yet young and he was a sight for sore eyes. Of course Robbie 
would show up now and then. The early part of last winter I lived at 
Brownsville, Fayette Co., Penna., having a contract three miles distant 
at Denbeau for the foundations of a coke plant. April i of this year 
I returned home for a good long visit having been away, except for 
very short visits, since 1897. 

I have been here- in Wayne, where the family have located, ever 
since my return except for my trip back to old Princeton for the big 
reunion. And say that was some festivity. For the management I 
have great praise, and two suggestions — stoves for cold nights and a 
gag for Bobby Hedges. Well, sir, my reunion started when I met 
Robbie at Broad Street Station, Philadelphia, Friday morning, and 
ended Wednesday night when Chap Barron boarded the train for 
Pittsburgh in Broad Street Station. That's not exactly true because 
for a week in my mind I could hear our band playing "The Trail of 
the Lonesome Pine." Robbie and I didn't meet any of the fellows until 
we got on the Junction train where we found John Steen and several 



others. Then, of course, there was the bunch at the station when we 
pulled in. It was indeed a glorious time and I wish we could have a 
big crowd back every year. Robbie and I were both much disappointed 
that Georgie Munger couldn't get back. You know we three lived 
together 'for three years in North Middle Reunion. We got a fine room 
at the Seminary and were quite comfortable after I fixed Robbie's 
toothache with some wax and a shot of Bill Talley's "sure enough" 
whiskey. I hope he brings a good sized sample the next time we get 
together. It was indeed a big time and, as you say, like a three ring 
circus, something doing all the time. I'd like to repeat the banquet 
Shorty Haines and I had at the Inn. Ask Shorty. And I'd like to 
meet our adopted member, Riley Wilson, once more. In fact I'd like to 
have the whole thing over again. It was hard to leave and I put it off 
until the last train Tuesday night. I suppose there were a few who 
stayed longer. Shorty Haines, Chap Barron, Hench, John Armstrong, 
Jack Forney and myself held a parting feast together and then sepa- 
rated. Chap Barron coming home with me for a visit of one day. 
When you see him tell him I still have the fiver he loaned me but that 
the kitten he left here escaped. Good luck to you and the Class 
of 1903 ! 

Sincerely, 

"TUPPV" ASHME.AD. 

"Tuppy" wrote, October 19, that he had gone to Montgomery, Ala- 
bama, where he is sand and gravel inspector with the Alabama 
Power Co. 




ROBERT R. AUERBACH 

p r b Billings, Mont. 

m Mary Virginia Rugg, Dec. 17, 1903 
Robert, b Oct. 16, 1904 
Philip, b July 23, 1906 
Horace Dustin, b Feb. 8, 1909 

Trainmaster Montana Division Northern Pacific Railway 

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Billings, Mont., Oct. 17, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

Your very cordial letter of September 2, has not been answered 
because, first I was away until the 20th at my brother's trial. Then 
on my return I had so much accumulated work on hand that for about 
two weeks I had to apply myself trying to catch up and last and most 
serious, on the 3rd inst., my youngest son came down with Scarlet 
Fever. He is doing finely, but they are all quarantined and I'm an 
exile from home. I'll feel pretty lucky if the other two boys don't 
get the bug too. 

As to your request that I give you a letter for publication telling of 
what I've done since leaving Princeton, my vanity is such that I'd 
jump at the chance if I had anything good or flattering to recite, but 
the only really creditable thing I've done, was to marry Virginia Rugg 
of St. Paul, in Tacoma, Wash., Dec. 17, 1903. This happened after I 
wandered about the South for several years trying to see if some one 
couldn't find a sign of human intelligence about me and help me make 
a living, but no one did until my wife undertook the task, and she has 
found it an herculean one, but has not quit trying yet and thinks she 
will ultimately succeed. 

My actual time as a student in Princeton was limited to a few days, 
or until I found it was perfectly agreeable, though somewhat disap- 
pointing to my family. I tutored for a year and entered '04, yet I 
lived and went with the fellows in '03 for that time, and I surely 
am very much flattered to be recognized as a member of such a fine 
set of fellows as are in the Class of 1903. 

I saw a lot of Rube Lake and Bill Donald this summer. The latter 
is an "Honest to God" cow puncher, the former, of the Montgomery 
Ward variety. Bill has a fine ranch and really shows a surprising 
amount of business ability in managing it. In trying to break Rube in, 
he (Rube) wrenched his knee and left here earlier than expected, walk- 
ing with the aid of a cane. 

I'm trying to plan a big bear hunt for next spring or fall and Rube 
and Bill will join and I want to get all of the others I can. This is a 
wonderful game country and I have a fine pack of bear dogs. Anyone 
of the Princeton variety wanting to join is most w^elcome.* 

I surely appreciate your cordiality and hope to hear from you again 
soon. Give my best to all who remember me. With kindest regards. 
Faithfully, 

ROBT. R. AUERBACH. 

* To the Class : All wishing positions in the "pack" send applica- 
tions direct to Bob. 




CLIFFORD REA BABSON 

pb U. S. Cartridge Co., iii Broadway, New York City 
r 447 Ridgewood Rd., So. Orange, N. J. 

Manager New York office U. S. Cartridge Co. 




DAVID BAIRD, JR. 

p b Delaware Ave. and Pearl St., Camden, N. J. 
r 804 Cooper St., Camden, N. J. 

Secretary David Baird Company, lumber business 

Camden, N. J., Oct. 29, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Every day since I have received the statistic blank I have been going 
to have my picture taken, but always have put it off till to-morrow. 
So I have only this postal to send you. 

I am sorry that I have caused you so much trouble and hoping that 
you will pardon me, I am, 

Yours truly, 

Dave. 

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RODERIC BARBOUR BARNES 

p r Cedarhurst, L. I., N. Y. (Hewlett, L. I. after May i, 1914) 
b 15 West 38th St., New York City 

m Rose Marie Naething, Sept. 6, 19 11 
Rosemary, b Aug. 16, 191 2 

Architect 



Cedarhurst, L. I., Oct. 14, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

I don't know what you want me to write you about, and if I did, I'm 
a poor hand at letters, as I'm afraid all my friends know. But your 
persistence is not to be denied, and the blame rests on you for whatever 
may follow. 

Just at present my most engrossing occupation is getting my own 
house designed and iDuilt. You'll hear many architects kick about the 
unreasonable requirements of clients, but I've never had a client give 
me half as much trouble in being suited as I've given myself. I shall 
be glad when it's over. 

Living out of town and having an up-town office, with a business 
which seldom brings me in the neighborhood of Robbins' restaurant, it 
doesn't seem possible for me to keep in touch with 1903 men at all. I 
wish it were not so. I suppose the remedy is obvious, if I were to 
make a little exertion. 

Family life is undoubtedly my chief occupation outside the office, and 
I heartily recommend it to those who have thus far hesitated upon em- 
barking. I believe, hov\'ever, that 1903 is well up to, if not ahead of the 
standard in that respect, as, of course, in all others also (loud cheers). 
If you are still interested in statistics, I might say that my daughter 
weighed 25 pounds at one year, which, I am told, is some weight. 

Some two or three years after graduation I disposed of that one 
lung oughtogomobile for old iron and since then have depended mostly 
on walking. If Gus Roche comes through with that order for a large 
mansion for himself which he has promised me, I may be able to give 
my weary legs a rest at last. Of course, I'm not averse to building large 
mansions (or small) large preferred naturally, for any good classmate. 

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I do anything from chicken coops to cathedrals, and satisfaction guar- 
anteed. Seriously, though, since practicing independently, I've had some 
measure of success, and prospects look reasonably bright for the future. 
With all good wishes to yourself and to your undertaking and to 
each and every one of those who with patience has come to this point, 
I am sincerely your classmate in 1903, 

RoDERic Barbour B.'\rnes. 

Rod was awarded the Rotcli Prize in Architecture for Special Stu- 
dents in 1907 at the jNIass. Inst. Tech. During 1908-9 he studied at the 
American Academy in Rome. He is a member of the Technology 
Club and Psi Upsilon Fraternity. 




WILLIAM GIFFIN BARR 

p r 70 Berkeley Ave., Orange, N. J. 
b 80 Broadway, New York City 

Lawyer with ^filler, King, Lane and TralYord 



New York, Oct. 28, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Before the last hour arrives, when the press will receive the Big 
Book, let me fall in line with my fellow members of 1903 who are 
called upon to collaborate as scribes, at least to the extent of acting 
as autobiographers. I suppose an ideal Decennial Letter would contain 
a full personal history of the writer, with the light thrown with special 
brightness on all incidents of class interest, and that each writer 
should add such further matters of interest as genius can inspire, and 
that the whole should be presented with a literary touch which only a 
Princeton education and ten years' contact with the work-a-day world 
can give. 

But leaving to abler pens of 1903 the tasks of treating of general 
themes, and of supplying the gems of literary thought, I will under- 
take a bit of autobiography, with due apologies if the Ego becomes too 
intrusive. 

Before leaving Princeton I had decided that the Profession of the 
Law would be greatly benefited by my newly acquired learning. As a 



preliminary, however, I took employment in the summer of 1903 in the 
North American Trust Company (afterwards the Trust Company of 
America and now, by merger, the Equitable Trust Company). Having 
been engaged to act as summer factotum in that New York City 
banking institution, I found that my first contact with the "wide, wide, 
world" of commerce had many disadvantages as compared with the 
life of a simple student at Princeton. 

While employed in this bank I saw and handled so much money 
and so much that represented money, that at the very outset of my 
career I acquired the idea that since there was so much wealth lying 
around loose in banks, it must be something easily acquired by one 
with a new University diploma just received. Before the ink was 
really dry on that academic instrument, however, this early theory as 
to the great prevalence and easy acquisition of wealth began to lose its 
original force, and I may add that I now admit that the idea was 
entirely unsound. Thus do we keep on adding to our stock of knowl- 
edge, even after the days when knowledge of the most profound kind 
could be acquired in an evening by the judicious use of a syllabus and 
black coffee. 

In the fall of 1903 I entered the New York Law School, and for two 
years in that institution found life one dreary round of "Torts and 
Retorts" and abstract controversies between John Doe and Richard Roe. 
I may add that in the actual practice of the Law real John Does and 
Richard Roes and their rights and their wrongs become matters of 
great interest. 

There were many 1903 men in my class, and we were together much 
of the time during the two years' course. We studied together, ate 
together, smoked Bull Durham together in the corridors (as in days 
of old in Dickinson Hall) ; we argued together, and in general, thanks 
to 1903, passed many bright hours during the weary days of learning 
the many reasons for sending men to jail. A number of us joined the 
same Legal Fraternity and you may be sure that many of .the 
gatherings of that Society were regular Princeton jubilees. Among 
the men in my class at Law School were Howard Ameli, Gus Roche, 
Ward Chamberlin, Little Sterrett, Otto Hack, Glen Wharton (for a 
while), Al Smith, Cap Sellers, Sheldon Franklin, Court Nicoll, Charley 
Dugro, Corwan Howell, Tommy Thomas (a fine earnest fellow, now 
dead). 

During the first year I stood first in my class but unfortunately I 
can "point with pride" to no other deeds of greatness since accom- 
plished. 

The second Law School year I supplemented my academic studies by 
work in the office of Lane & Trafiford, a firm engaged in the practice of 
law at 32 Liberty Street, New York City. I left that firm in the 
spring of 1905 to devote my entire time to preparation for the School 
and Bar Examinations but the sudden death of a young lawyer in the 
employ of that firm resulted for me in an opportunity to return to that 
office before the time for examinations came. 

At this time I was living in New York City, although my home 
was then, as now, in New Jersey, and for a while I was a "roomer" 
in an uptowm boarding house which Avas also the temporary home of 
Al Smith, Gus Roche and Otto Hack. These "roomers" and other men 
of 1903 studied much together in preparation for bar exams, and it was 
in those days at Law School that we all cemented fast our friendship 



for Cap Sellers who should have a high place on the honor roll of the 
class. I^or a while, after he was stricken with the malady which 
eventually resulted in his death, we kept in touch with him and I 
remember a memorable gathering which was held in his honor at the 
Princeton Club of New York, when he had returned for a visit to the 
city after a long absence. He was the same old Cap, weaker but 
cheerful, full of courage and without a word of complaint. May I 
here pay him tribute in recognition of the heroic way ih which he lived 
out his life when his sickness came to him? 

I graduated from New York Law School in 1905 and was admitted 
to the bar of New York State in October of that year. In 1906 the 
firm of Lane & Trafford joined with the surviving partners of an 
old and established firm and the new firm became Miller, King, Lane 
& Trafford with an office at 80 Broadway, New York City, in which 
office I have been practicing law these many years. 

I may mention the fact that in the city of New York and its vicinity 
are found many men of 1903, so that from day to day some of us often 
meet by chance or by design. There is a stated meeting for lunch on 
Tuesdays for all who can attend, and we have occasional transient 
diners and a few regulars. We ought to have more of both. And now 
I have almost brought this history down to date but do not wish to 
pass without mentioning a very large event in my autobiography, viz. 
the Big Reunion last June. I am glad I was there and offer thanks 
to the group of men who were behind it. 

With best wishes for big success to the Decennial Record, I am. 
Your friend, 

William G. Barr. 




1 1903 t . i 



EDWARD TAYLOR BARRON 

pr 1 132 Murray Hill Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa. 
b 671 Frick Annex, Pittsburgh, Pa. 

Inspection Department Carnegie Steel Co. 



Engagement announced to Miss Lucy L. Wintringer of Steu- 
benville, Ohio 




CHARLES ROHE BAUERDORF 

p r 214 West 92nd St., New York City 
b III Broadway, New York City 

m Mabel J. Ronan, June 8, 1907 

Lawyer. Member firm Deyo & Bauerdorf 

New York City, Nov. 19, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

It is very difficult to write a letter that may be of any interest to 
the members of the Class of 1903, as you have so fully covered all 
items that might have been of interest since leaving Princeton in the 
list of questions you sent me some time ago, and which I filled out 
and returned to you. I will, nevertheless, give 5'ou a brief summary. 

Upon leaving college I entered the Law School of Columbia L^niver- 
sity in the fall of 1903, and in the spring of 1905, passed the bar exam- 
inations, and was admitted to practice law in the State of New York. 
I did not return to Columbia to complete the course at the law school, 
but instead entered the office of Deyo, Duer & Bauerdorf, and in 1907, 
became a member of that firm, the name of which had been changed to 
Deyo & Bauerdorf, owing to the death of William A. Duer, and 
since that time, have been engaged in the practice of law at No. 11 1 
Broadway, New York City. 

Since leaving college, I have visited Princeton in the spring of each 
year, to attend the Princeton-Yale baseball games, and trust that I shall 
be able to continue my yearly visits to Princeton, and meet the mem- 
bers of the Class of 1903, for many more years. 
Yours very truly, 

Charles R. B.\uerdorf. 




FREDERICK WITHINGTON BAYLES 

p r 356 Warwick Ave., South Orange, N. J. 

b N. Y. Telephone Co., 15 Dey St., New York City 

m EHzabeth A. Gibson, Nov. 9, 1910 

Mary Virginia, b Aug. 14, 191 1 

Commercial Engineer New York Telephone Co. 

New York, Aug. 26, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

I take it from your remarks that you want me to unburden my 
mind and give to you for publication each and every move I have made 
since leaving Princeton in 1903, and for publication too; well! you 
surely have a frost. However, I bet that I am willing to tell as much 
as the next man and more than some but when a man tells his inmost 
secrets and allows it to get to one of these editor guys, he is indeed 
a maniac, as Bill Sulzer, one-time Governor of New York, will prob- 
ably tell you. 

The first few years, after leaving Princeton, nothing seems to have 
happened to me which would be of interest to anyone and not very 
much to myself. My principal request was for a good time, and if my 
memory serves me, I got it and on more than one occasion there were 
other members of the class with me. During this time I held, with more 
or less success, various positions and tried several schemes known in 
the world as business but I must admit, even for publication, that my 
principal concern was my search for that aforesaid good time. This 
mode of living or existence, according to your point of view, classmate, 
continued until about four or five years ago when the homing in- 
stinct asserted itself and the settling-down process overtook me. Yes, 
it overtook me in a cowardly way when I was not looking, and I bowed 
to the inevitable and did settle down and since that time have done 
some real "man's work" and have taken much pride in it. 

The only happenings, which can be classed as events for me, a^e 
my marriage and the building of a home for myself ; these I think are 
events in every man's life and mean more than the few remaining 
bachelors of the class can appreciate. 



I fear I have talked a great deal and said nothing, but perhaps it is 
just as well and perhaps I did not mean to say anything. Let my 
biographer do it. 

Yours sincerely, 

F. W. Bayles. 




WILLIAM BAYLIS, JR. 

p r II East 66th St., New York City 
b 15 Wall St., New York City 

m Kathryn Hone Auerbach, Nov. 12, 1913 

Banker. Member firm of Baylis & Co. 

New York, July 30, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

My statistic blank about covers everything of interest I can put in 
a letter. On leaving college I went into my father's office as a clerk 
where I worked for nearly three years. I then became a member of 
the New York Stock Exchange to which I still belong. My vacations, 
for the most part have been spent either in the woods shooting, or in 
short trips abroad. I am expecting to be married this fall to Miss 
Kathryn H. Auerbach of New York. With best wishes to you in 
your work of getting out the record, 

Sincerely yours, 

- William Baylis, Jr. 

On November 12, Bill was married to Miss Kathryn Hone Auerbach 
of New York. Among the ushers were Leland Garretson and Arthur 
Meigs. 




LEONARD TILLINGHAST BEALE 

p b 705 Lafayette Bldg., Philadelphia, Pa. 
r St. Davids, Pa. 

m Anna Lewis, Dec. 9, 191 1 

Frances Lewis, b Oct. 8, 1912 

Secretary John T. Lewis & Bros. Co., manufacturers of lead 
products 

Philadelphia, Oct. 30, 1913. 
Dear Darrow : 

You asked for a letter, and asked so persistently, that I see there is 
no dodging. 

It is hard to comply with your request, because were I to tell you 
all I thought of Princeton University and the Class of 1903, it would 
take me more pages than )'ou could accommodate, even in the Class 
Record. 

Suffice it to say that the Tenth Reunion was a wonderful success, 
and that I am very glad to have been a member of such a progressive 
class, even though I was not able to be with you more than two short 
years. 

Very sincerel)' yours, 

Leonard T. Beale. 




JOHN FREDERICK BETZ, 3rd 

p b 5th and Callowhill Sts., Philadelphia, Pa. 
r 4224 Pine St., Philadelphia, Pa. 

m Emma Marie Gillig, Dec. 10, 1906 

Sybilla Kathryn, b Dec. 10, 1907 
Rosalean Amanda, b Aug. 3, 191 1 

Brewer 

Philadelphia, Dec. 8, 191 3. 
Dear Whitney : 

In answer to your letter of the sixth, I am not going to let you 
waste any more postage on me nor am I going to bore anyone with a 
long "bunch of talk." 

I am leaving for Russia on the 6th of next month and hope to find 
some real cold weather — will try my best to be good and not pull 
any "Reunion rough stuff" or I might be chucked into Siberia. 

My best to you and all the Class. I had such a great time at the 
last reunion that I am looking forward to the coming of next June 
when we shall all meet again. 

As ever, 

John F. Betz, 3rd. 




^'JLl903lj 



CHARLES EZRA BEURY 
p r 2104 Tioga St., Philadelphia, Pa. 
b 1018 Real Estate Trust Bldg., Philadelphia, Pa. 
m Ella Philson Fischer, June 27, 1906 

Elizabeth Philson, b Sept. 3, 1908 

Marian Fischer, b Oct. 12, 1910 

Lawyer. Vice-President and Sohcitor Tioga Trust Co. Trus- 
tee Temple University 

Philadelphia, Sept. 23, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Complying with your request — though a little late — here's a picture 
and to go with it a synopsis of a ten-year autobiography. 

Spent first three years after our Commencement at Harvard Law 
School. Graduated, married and started around the world June 27, 
1906. Going some for one day. Operated a coal mine in West Viv- 
vinia during part of 1907. Admitted to the Pennsylvania Bar in fall of 
1908 and have been practicing law in Philadelphia ever since. Most 
of my vacations have been spent in travel, including a second trip 
around the world last year. In consecjuence have given considerable 
time to Missions and social uplift movements as well as to business. 
Am Vice-President and Counsel of the Tioga Trust Company. Practice 
deals largely with corporations. 

Mrs. Beury and I have two dandy little girls though we mourn our 
baby boy who died in 1907. 

Writing of oneself seems very egotistical — like running for a political 
office — and yet as I understand it, that's what is wanted. My experi- 
ence probably squares with the average. A fellow has to work hard 
for what he gets. Bouquets are not handed out on silver platters. 
The man who doesn't keep plugging and pushing despite the sense of 
slipping never reaches anything or anywhere. This applies to some 
of our bachelor classmates. Some want to be married and can't. 
Others ought to be married, but won't. We need a French race-suicide 
law on our statute books. Not referring to Ike Roberts or John Dana, 
though I may have in mind Bill Blakeman, Curl Pierson, et al, et al. 
Alas, the defendants are too many ! 

Yours, 

Chas. E. Beury. 
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DAVID STUART BINGHAM 

p r 59 Walnut St., East Orange, N. J. 
b 32 Broadway, New York City 



Lawyer 

New York City, Aug. 25, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

There are so many of our class in New York that all the New York 
news has probably been covered by one of your war correspondents 
and, consequently, there is little left to tell which would be interesting 
to the class. 

When I got my diploma, I began to think that I had come nearly to 
the end of the "horror" which goes by the name of "examination," but 
I find that I was very much mistaken, inasmuch as I found examina- 
tions staring me in the face at all angles. First came the examina- 
tions at law school ; then the examinations for the New York bar ; then 
the first set of examinations for the New Jersey bar ; then the other 
set of examinations to admit one as a counselor of New Jersey. At 
that time I thought I was surely finished but found that I was 
greatly mistaken for I now have to pass examinations before I can 
advance in the National Guard and I have just finished passing an 
examination for an automobile license and I suppose there is no end to 
them. 

Just this morning I received a very interesting letter from Bernie 
Wheeler, which tells something of his affairs down there in Dutch 
Guiana. He is very anxious to hear about the reunion and it will be 
very nice for some of the other fellows to write him about it. 

As the records will prove, I am still unattached and expect to remain 
so until the next reunion at least, as I do not wish to have any strings 
tied to me that will tend to prevent me from spending every second of 
the time with the Class of 1903. When the summer vacations are over, 
I think it would be well to start up the Tuesday Lunch Club again. 
With its fresh start it ought to be even more successful than last 
winter. 

My advice to all the members of the Class is to join the National 
Guard just as soon as possible but be sure to get into the cavalry. I 

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have not enjoyed anything so much as I have my membership in the 
Essex Troop, which, as perhaps many of you have read, was the 
official escort of our honored professor and president, W. Wilson, at 
the time of his inauguration. With best wishes, I am. 
Very sincerely yours, 

David S. Bingham. 




JAMES A. BLAIR, JR. 

p b 24 Broad St., New York City 

Banker with Blair & Co. 

New York, Nov. 29, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

I have been laid up and away for the last few months, so have been 
unable to answer your urgent appeal for a picture and some data for 
the Decennial Record. 

As it is, I have not the faintest idea what it is you want for the 
record. With kindest regards. 

Sincerely yours, 

James A. Blair, Jr. 




WILLIAM HILDRETH BLAKEMAN 

p r 5910 Wa3'ne Ave., Philadelphia, Pa. 
b \\'m. Cramp & Sons, Philadelphia, Pa. 



Second Assistant 
Bklg. Co. 



General Superintendent Cramp Ship 



Philadelphia, Oct. 26, 1913. 
M)' dear Darrow : 

My doings can be told in few words. Paul Ralph, Ed. Barron and 
I spent two years at the Institute of Technology in Boston working 
hard and playing hard, ending the first year with a complete knowledge 
of thermodynamics and two black eyes and the second year with an 
engineering degree and a stack of experiences that will last us all our 
lives as good gloom dispersers. 

Armed with a little experience as a mechanic and a boyhood dream 
of the wonders of Cramp's shipyard, I came over here and hired as a 
shipfitter. And suffice it to say that having come, here, and being here, 
here I am as the junior of the General Superintendent's two assistants 
with duties ranging from haranguing a hundred or so mutinous firemen 
on trial trips to setting the dummy clearances in a turbine. 

Through it all and every day now the same thought is with me, and 
more and more in these stirring times of world wide change and 
unrest I've been glad with the same idea, that is, that I'm a Princeton 
man and have that something which we got there that words can't 
define but we all know we have. 

And we of 1903 seem to have been blessed to have been there before 
the older regime had passed and yet to be not too old to feel sensibly 
the growth and broadening of the new Princeton which surely spells 
leadership as the old gave solidity. 

As ever, 

W. H. Pl.-vkeman. 



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FREDERICK JAMES BLEAKLEY 

p Franklin, Pa. 

1- b 1 148 Elk St., Franklin, Pa. 

m Ethel Neiderlander, Oct. 2, 1907 

Frederick James, b Dec. 25, 1909 

Real Estate 



Franklin, Pa., Nov. 16, 1913. 
My dear Mr. Darrow : 

Your kind favor of Nov. 12th reached us duly, and on the date of 
3'our letter, I mailed you photos of Fred and "Little Jim." It was 
necessary to have a new photo taken of F. J. Jr., hence the delay. And 
by the way, he is a very bright winsome little man and F. J. Sr. 
is justly proud of him. Fred wishes me to convey to you, and the 
fellows of his class, who have so kindly inquired for him, his kindest 
regards, and thanks for their inquiries. He is quite improved since I 
wrote you, and I assure you has put up a long larave fight for health. 
When I can write to you again I hope to be able to tell you of much 
greater improvement. 

Vv'ith many thanks for your kind interest in Fred, I am, 
A^ery sincerely yours, 

(Mrs. W. J.) M. L. Bleakley. 




WALTER WILSON BOND 

p 1662 Parke Ave., Indianapolis, Ind. 
r 610 East 31st St., Indianapolis, Ind. 
b Waverley Co., Indianapolis, Ind. 

m Alice Rowland, Aug 6, 1902 

Walter Wilson, Jr., b July 2, 1903 
Charles Howland, b Feb. 27, 1905 
Henry Sale, b Nov. 10, 191 1 

With the Waverley Co., manufacturers of automobiles 

Indianapolis, Ind., Oct. 29, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Group photograph sent you yesterday shows at the back of the 
group the one I am forced to consider the real class boy of 1903. As 
his father entered 1903 as a regular freshman member of the John C. 
Green School of Science of the Class of 1903, in the fall of 1899 and 
although his father graduated one year ahead of the class that should 
hardly be a bar to his claim as the real class boy of 1903. At any 
rate, he is a real boy as you can see by the portrait and also there is 
no doubt but what there is some class to him as he is at present at the 
head of his class and as the year of his birth is 1903 (July 2) I consider 
that without doubt he has established his claim as The Real Class Boy 
of 1903. O. E. D. 

With greetings to all classmates whom I have not seen for so many 
years and regrets because of enforced absence from the Decennial, 
I am, as ever. 

Very truly yours, 

Walter W. Bond. 



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WALTER BOSWELL 

p r 927 Sheridan Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa. 
b 1323 OHver Bldg., Pittsburgh, Pa. 

m J\Iargaret Eleanor Gra}^ Apr. 22, 1908 
Margaret Jane, b March 10, 1909 
EHzabeth Eleanor, b Oct. 23, 1910 
Rachel Gray, b Feb. 17, 1913 

Manager and Treasurer Lilly Orchard Fruit Co. 

Pittsburgh, Pa., Sept. 8, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

Your very impertinent Statistical Record is at hand. I have given 
you the history of my clouded past, trying to conceal any too unsavory 
■facts. In the future, please do not make it quite so personal. 

I do not enclose my picture, but I trust some day to send it to you. 
At the present time the only one which I have is very antique and shows 
me with a luxuriant growth of hair, which is now becoming scanty. 

You will see that I have intentionally omitted putting myself on rec- 
ord as to membership in Clubs or Social Organizations, there being so 
many that the limited space forbids my putting them all in and I 
would not choose to honor any above the others. I am too modest to 
state any other honors or publish positions besides that of a father of a 
fine family. 

I have read through the bulletin and I am urged somewhat by fear 
into giving you this record. Please, if you get any damaging facts, 
give them to the press censor and have them suppressed. 
Very truly yours, 

Walter. 




JAMES WALTER BOYD 

p c/o B. F. Boyd, Youngstown, Ohio 

r University Club, Spokane, Wash. 

b Washington Water Power Co., Spokane, Wash. 

Jim has effectually resisted all our appeals for further information 
than his address and that he is a member of both the University 
and Spokane Tennis Clubs. 




J. DAY BROWNLEE, JR. 

p r Indiana, Pa. 

b 301 Savings and Trust Bldg., Indiana, Pa. 

Lawyer. Chairman Indiana County Progressive Committee 

Indiana, Pa., Nov. 7, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

You certainly must be a firm believer in the time-worn saying, 
"persevere and you will succeed," for you have burdened the mails 



and wires out this way. I have been very negligent in not responding 
long ago. 

Print in the Record as my contribution my wish for the real success 
of every man in the Class of 1903. I am, 
Sincerely, 

J. Day Brownlee, Jr. 




GEORGE LASHELLS BUBB 

r 407 W. 4th St., Williamsport, Pa. 
b 112 W. 4th St., Williamsport, Pa. 

Manufacturer 

George is assistant Secretary and Treasurer of these companies : 
McKean Chemical Co., Otto Chemical Co., Kinzua Valley Chemical Co., 
Sergeant Gas Co. ITe is a member of the Ross, Williamsport Wheel 
and Williamsport Country Clubs. 




ROBERT BURKHAM 

P r 5035 Westminster PL, St. Louis, Mo. 
b 234 City Hall, St. Louis, Mo. 

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m Ada Pascal Davis, Dec. 30, 1907 

Margaret Davis, b Nov. 5, 1908 
Robert Jr., b May 23, 1910 

Lawyer. Second Associate City Counselor St. Louis 

St. Louis, Oct. 29, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

For fear that you will continue to bombard me with C. O. D. tele- 
grams, such as the one which arrived yesterday, I will delay no longer 
in sending you the following autobiography. But before I begin, 
permit me to congratulate you on the efficacy of your methods. 

The real reason why I have not written before is that I have been 
struck with the paucity of exciting events with which to enliven this, 
the only official and authoritative history of my life. With such slight 
material as I have, it is no easy job to compete with such skilled story 
tellers as the creator of Craig Kennedy. Still, I appreciate the obliga- 
tion which I am under to posterity, even if there is no living person 
who will be particularly thrilled at the yarn. 

Looking back over the last ten years the main fact which stands 
out above all others is that I have become a fat man. This is the 
prevailing minor note which runs through the entire song. No amount 
of domestic happiness nor of worldly success can compensate for the 
sorrow which obesity brings. I would even be willing to be as bald as 
Tom McPheeters if I could but regain my youthful figure. Could I 
say more than that? 

Li comparison with this overwhelming sorrow all the other happen- 
ings of the decade pale into insignificance. Still, you may be slightly 
interested to hear of the other events, notwithstanding their relative 
unimportance. 

I was married about six years ago. Mrs. Burkham is a loyal Prince- 
tonian. Her father, Mr. H. N. Davis, was in the class of '73. We have 
two children. Margaret, who is now five, and Robert, Junior, three. 

After leaving law school Tom McPheeters and I formed a partner- 
ship which continued into 1908. At that time I became Secretary to 
the Mayor, which position I held for two years. Li 1910 I returned to 
the practice, being appointed an Associate City Counselor. This office 
I still hold. Most of my work consists in the trial of cases in which the 
City is a party. I am kept busy and must say that I thoroughly enjoy 
the court work in which I am largely engaged. 

I have been more or less active in Republican politics and have filled 
several offices in the local organization. Lately I have cut out politics 
somewhat, and there is hope of my eventual reformation. Perhaps I 
may even regain something of my former decent reputation. 

We have here in St. Louis a creditable representation of the Class. 
All of the boys are doing well. Most of them are married, have fami- 
lies, and are become respectable citizens. A good many fellows in the 
class drop into St. Louis from time to time, and all of us are mighty glad 
to see them. You know we are many miles from Princeton, and are 
consequently always hungry for news from the old burg. I am sure 
each one of the local aggregation joins me in hoping that every '03 man 
who comes to the city will let us know that he is here, in order that 
we may have the opportunity of seeing him and of hearing the latest 
news from the class. 

Very sincerely, your friend, 

Robert Burkham. 
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JOHN BURNHAM 

p r I22I Forest Ave., Evanston, 111. 

b Monroe and La Salle Sts., Chicago, 111. 

m Catharine Wheeler, June 6, 1906 
Catharine, b Oct. 19, 1907 
John, Jr., b March 7, 1912 

Banker. Member firm John Burnham & Co. 

Chicago, Nov. 15, 1913. 
Dear AVhitney : 

It will comfort you to know that yesterday I had some pictures taken 
and as soon as they are finished, which will probably be about the 
middle of next week, I shall send one on. 

I am truly sorry to have caused you so much trouble and shall 
endeavor to reinstate myself in your affections by having picture in 
your hands in time for publication in the Record. 
With warm personal regards, I am, 
Yours sincerely, 

John Burnham. 




EDWARD BUSH 

p ^Vhite Haven, Pa. 

1- Y. M. C. A. Bldg., Chester, Pa. 

Salesman with Union Petroleum Co. 




AXTELL JULIUS BYLES 

p b Titusville, Pa. 

r 26 East Walnut St., Titusville, Pa. 

m Florence Payne, Sept. 6, 1905 
Julius, b Oct. 13, 1908 

Law)'er 

Titusville, Pa., Nov. 14, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

I was almost as much surprised at receiving your letter this morning, 
as I am ashamed of not having answered your former communications. 
I thought I had worn you out and that the Record was long since in 
print without having incurred any literary effort on my part. In 
spite of your encouragement, I am sure that "long and breezy" 
letters are not part of my stock in trade. 

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I am well and happy, so far have escaped service by the Sheriff, 
and am already looking forward with great anticipation to the next 
Reunion of the Class, to each member of which I take this oppor- 
tunity of extending best wishes. 

Yours sincerely, 

AxTKrj. T. B^TKS. 




TESALIO RAMON CADENAS 

p r b Orlando, Fla. 

Truck Farming and Real Estate 

Orlando, Fla., Oct. 9, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

After repeated assaults on the photographer's camera, FU have to 
enclose you this latest triumph. Not that I'm very particular myself, 
but I guess that the camera was more particular than I was. Have been 
trying" this game for a couple of years. Like the "close to nature" part 
of it fine, but am glad that I have enough philosophy in me to try and 
believe that it's "better to be contented than to be rich." However, 
we all have hopes. Give my best to Alae. 
Sincerely, 

Sal. Cadenas. 




JAMES THOMPSON CAMPBELL, JR. 

4; 



p r 1430 Buffalo St., Franklin, Pa. 
b Liberty and 13th Sts., Franklin, Pa. 

m Marion Paige Macke)^ Apr. 29, 1908 
Marion Paige, b y\pr. 24, 1909 

Merchant. Member firm J. T. Campbell & Son 




SHIRLEY NILES CARR 

p r 125 Upper Mountain Ave., Montclair, N. J. 
b 149 Broadway, New York City 

Lawyer 

New York, Aug. 21, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

Your recent appeal in behalf of the Decennial Record has touched 
me as I but seldom have been touched before. I have been touched 
often, even by you, but the demand for my picture has never been 
sufficiently great to warrant my keeping a supply on hand. 

Now, Whitney, I am not writing this letter because I have a lot of 
interesting things to tell about myself. Nor am I writing it under appre- 
hension of your threat to "run the truth." The truth about me would be 
no more interesting than this letter. "The short and simple annals of 
the poor" would make live reading compared to the poor and simple 
annals of the short when that shortness consists, as in my case, of ideas. 

In October, after graduation, I joined many fellow-classmates for 
two years of suffering at the New York Law School. I duly graduated 
and was admitted to the New York bar in 1905. For a few years I 
practiced on the 19th floor of 100 Broadway, New York. I then 
rose to the 24th floor of 149 Broadway, where I remained for a couple 
of years, then rose once more to the 32nd floor of the same building, 
where I have been ever since. Thus, for a time, I was highest in 
iny profession of all in the City ! But the recent opening of the Wool- 
worth Building has enabled certain aspiring attorneys to look down on 
me. In 1908 I was admitted as an attorney in New Jersey. All this 
time I have been in practice with my father, under the firm name of 
G. J. and S. N. Carr. Now isn't that enough for shop talk? 



For the first six years after graduation, when August came around, 
I shut my desk with a bang and hied myself to the mountains, where 
I found recreation in golf, tennis, and fussing. I started to say I 
found "rest," but I generally had to wait for that until I returned home. 
In the summer of 1909 I went abroad. The following three summers 
I took brief vacations in the mountains. In the winter of 191 1 I 
went to Bermuda, in 1912 took an automobile trip in Jamaica, and in 
1913 went to Cuba — all short trips but most enjoyable. I have recently 
returned from a 1200-mile automobile cruise through the White Moun- 
tains and the Adirondacks. 

In the fall of 1909 I enlisted in the Essex Troop, where I found 
such well-known 1903 fighters as Fred Bayles, Jim Ames, Bernie 
Wheeler, and Charlie Doe. I served three years and was given my 
honorable discharge in 1912. 

I am not yet married, nor am I engaged. I have held no positions of 
honor and trust, and have taken no part in political, religious, or social 
disputes. These things, coupled with my knowledge of the law, have 
thus far kept me out of jail. 

And there you have it — a simple story of a simple life. 

With my best regards to yourself and, through the Record, to the 
men of 1903, I am, 

A^ery sincerely yours, 

Shirley N. Caer. 

New York, Oct. 17, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

It may interest you to know that Mr. and Mrs. Eugene V. Magee, 
oi East Orange, have announced the engagement of their daughter, 
Mildred Elizabeth, to me. Please correct my Decennial Record sheet 
accordingly. 

With best regards, 

Stitri.i--a- N. Carr. 




JAMES PORTER CASSIDY 

p r 622 St. James St., Pittsburgh, Pa. 

b Monongahela River Cons. Coal & Coke Co., Pittsburgh, Pa. 

Special Agent Transportation Dept. Monongahela River Cons. 
Coal & Coke Co. 

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Pittsburgh, Pa., Aug. 30, 1913. 
Dear Classmates : 

Ten years of separation has not altered me much, and my affection 
for you and Old Princeton, none at all. I have had some disappoint- 
ments in these years and the greatest one has been that I was unable 
to get to Princeton to greet you at Commencement. 

I am still single and enjoying the best of health. 

J\ly business takes me down the Mississippi River and sometimes I 
meet fellow classmates as I journey. The first four years out of col- 
lege I was in business for myself. The next four years I spent with 
a local Steel Company in Pittsburgh. Then I took a pleasure trip 
around the world which took me nine months and since my return I 
have become associated with the Monongahela River Coal & Coke Co. 
as special agent of the Transportation Department. I am learning the 
business, which is the cheapest transportation in the country and one 
of the great problems of the day. I have seen several of my class- 
mates during the past year — John Clancy in Louisville and Tom Mc 
Pheeters in St. Louis. I found them ever the same and we took 
up our friendship where it was severed by graduation ten years before. 
As ever yours, 

"Pat" Cassidy. 




R. R. CASSILLY 



p r b Bellcamp, Md. 

Fat was at Princeton for Old Plome Week. Since then he has evi- 
dently been too busy to answer any of the fifty-seven varieties of 
appeals for a letter. 




ROBERT GARFIELD CHACE 

b 71 Broadway, New York City 

r Cor. Spruce and Quitman Sts., Newark, N. J. 

m Mary C. Ward, April 28, 1903 

Broker. Member firm H. B. Guthrie & Co. 

New York, Feb. 10, 1914. 
Dear Whitney : 

All I can say is that I apologize most humbly for not answering your 
several communications before this late date, for my delay in so doing 
was not with any intent but from sheer neglect. The consideration you 
have shown me in this matter, is highly appreciated. 

Now for a little life history. After leaving Princeton in the spring 
of 1901 I entered the employ of the Aeolian Company as a music sales- 
man, at their main warehouse in New York City. I remained at that 
position for about a year, and was then transferred to their Newark, 
N. J., branch, when I took up the selling of their various instruments. 
I was quite successful in this line, especially because I was doing busi- 
ness in my home town where I was well acquainted. In February of 
1903 the Aeolian Co. opened their new building on Fifth Avenue, New 
York, and at that time I was brought back to headquarters. On the 
28th of April of that year I married Miss Mary C. Ward, and the 
latter part of my honeymoon was spent at Princeton during commence- 
ment week of the grand old Class of 1903. "Never will I forget those 
few days." I remained with the Aeolian Co. for the next five years, 
and then an opportunity was offered to me to enter Wall Street. I had 
always had a great desire to learn the brokerage business, so I gave up 
the musical line, and started in as a customers' man in a large Wall 
Street concern. The change was a decided one, but much to my liking, 
and here I have been ever since taking the bitter with the sweet, for the 
last two years have been bitter ones in Wall Street. On the first of 
January last I was admitted as a partner with H. B. Guthrie & Co., and 
it looks as though the balance of my time will be devoted to this 
business. 

Now, Whitney, the foregoing is just a rough outline of what I have 



been doing since I left college, and I would like to write more but I 
know you are in a hurr}^ to get this as you stated in your letter to me 
yesterday. 

Trusting that my delay has not inconvenienced you. 
Very sincerely yours, 

R. G. Chace. 




WARD B. CHAMBERLIN 

b 31 Nassau St., New York City 

p r 1302 Madison Ave., New York City 

Lawyer 

New York, Dec. 27, 1913. 
My dear Mr. Darrow : 

As Mr. Chamberlin is so engrossed in weighty matters of the utmost 
importance, not only to himself but to the people at large (including 
those not at large) that he has commissioned me to give you a brief 
sketch of his life and public services. 

To begin at the end, then, and working back (that being Mr. Cham- 
berlin's unalterable rule) let me say that Mr. Chamberlin (hereinafter 
referred to as "Ward" — I have his permission) is a great lawyer. 
Lest there be any in the class who pose as leading lawyers, let me 
emphasize, most clearly, that Ward is greater than any of these. As 
evidence of his greatness I may mention the fact that he is counsel 
for Air. C. E. Sterrett, the well known — even notorious — capitalist, and 
■ that Mr. Sterrett has never been in jail — yet. 

The question which will be uppermost in the minds of his less 
fortunate and less able classmates will be "How has he come to this 
greatness?" My answer to this is prompt and complete. He has come 
to this eminence by diligent use of those hours which others devote to 
leisure. He has been prodigal of his midnight oil. In fact, almost 
any night you can see his car along the great white way, paused for the 
moment, perhaps, in front of the Imperial, or the Knickerbocker, 
while its owner is inside getting some gasoline. While other men are 
at home and in bed, Ward is up and doing. 

The moral is plain — don't be afraid of night work. 



Mr. Chamberlin asks especially to be remembered to the dear old 
chaps in the class whom he remembers quite well and pleasantly. 
Yours truly, 

J. William Boob, 
Third Assistant Secretary 

to Mr. Chamberlin. 




REGIS CHAUVENET 

prb Sheridan, Lebanon Co., Pa. 

Farmer 

Sheridan, Pa., Nov. 4, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

God 'forbid that I should receive any more communications from 
Mae. The last one caused trouble enough, with my wife, as I told 
you. She almost left me for good and I would then have had the 
fifty-seven (57) children to look after and no one to help me. 
I have not a picture of my handsome self at present, but will try 
and send you one next week, without fail. It all depends upon the 
photographer, I have written him I am in a hurry. 

Can't you get along without the letter? I never was much of a hand 
at writing and do not know what to put in it. 
Yours truly. 

Regis Chauvenet. 
P. S. — If you do not stop addressing me as Reggie and sending tele- 
grams C. O. D., I shall have to come to Princeton and tear things up. 

R. 




GEORGE HAROLD PERRY CHENEY 

p b 349 Insurance Exch. Bldg., Chicago, 111. 
r 4727 Lake Park Ave., Chicago, 111. 



With Travelers' Insurance Co. 

Chicago, III, Nov. 8, 1913. 
Dear Whit : 

You have done everything, even sent telegrams (collect, of course) 
to get this picture and letter. Yes, everything except appear in person 
and while I'd be glad to see you I'm afraid you might find some way 
to travel collect. Because of this fear, I'm now trying to give you 
what you have demanded. 

I've led an uneventful life ever since I can remember and this change 
to Chicago has developed nothing that could be of the slightest interest 
to the rest of the class. I am at present holding down, or trying to, 
the job of Supervising Auditor of Payrolls for the Chicago District in 
the Liability Division of the Travelers' Insurance Co., and if my salary 
check were as large as this title, it would be some job. 

The annual Princeton-Yale-Harvard Smoker took place last night. 
1903 was represented by Ames, Templeton, Freeman, Layton, Hunger, 
Welling, Aclams and myself. Freeman did some C]uartetting, but the 
rest of us acted naturally. 

In thought, I'm still enjoying our Decennial. 

With best wishes, I am, 

Sincerely yours, 

G. H. P. Cheney. 




AVENT CHILDRESS 

p b Care Rauscher & Childress, 64 Wall St., New York City 
r Chappaqua, N. Y. 

m Madeline IMackay, Feb. 4, 1905 
Anne, b Dec. 12, 1905 
Madeline, b April 29, 1907 
Mary Adair, b July 15, 1909 

Broker 




JOHN MC F. CLANCY 

p r Care Mrs. W. P. Clancy, Cherokee Drive, Louisville, Ky. 
b Care J. C. Parker Paper Co., 305 W. Main St., Louisville, 
Ky. 



Business 



Louisville, K)'., Nov. 28, 1913. 
Mr. Percy R. Pyne, 2d, 
55 Wall Street, 
New York, N. Y. 
My dear Percy : 

Your letter came this morning. 

After having called John Clancy several times over the telephone, 
leaving word each time for him to call me, he finally came over to my 
office to find out what I wanted with him. 

When I told him of your letter inquiring as to his whereabouts, and 
asking him to send a line telling what he has been doing since he left 
college and to send a picture, he said that he would write to Whitney 
Darrow and send him a picture. 

John's address is either Tavern Club, 620 Third St., c/o J. C. Parker 
Paper Co., 305 W. Main St., or c/o his mother, Mrs. W. P. Clancy, 
Cherokee Drive, W. of Stilz Ave. 
With best wishes. 

Sincerely yours, 

A. Scott Bullitt. 




GILBERT FAIRCHILD CLOSE 

p r 20 Linden Lane, Princeton, N. J. 

b Nassau Hall, Princeton Univ., Princeton, N. J. 

m Helen Smith Farrer, Sept. i, 1908 
Gilbert Farrer, b Oct. 16, 1910 
Charles Donald, b Jan. 19, 1912 

Editor Official Publications of Princeton University and assist- 
ant to the Secretary 

Princeton, N. J., Oct. 8, 1913. 
Dear Mr. Secretary : 

To write a letter for a class record is a job which I have always been 
more than willing to put off on the other fellow, and I do not know that 
I could do better than follow my inclination this time, for I have been 
living a quiet and normal life in Princeton for the ten years since our 

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graduation and I really haven't the. material for constructing an inter- 
esting personal letter, even if I had the knack of doing so. I enjoy 
the letters in our class records as much as anyone, and I always wish 
there were more of them, but I think you will agree with me that a 
good many of us confer just as great a favor on the class by refusing 
to answer your increasingly threatening demands for letters as 
others do by complying with them. 

I think I hold the record for having spent more time in Princeton 
since our graduation than any other member of our class. You may 
perhaps dispute the title with me yourself, Mr. Secretary, but in view 
of the fact that your job takes you out of Princeton nearly every 
week and mine keeps me here almost constantly, I think I win. Living 
in Princeton as a resident is quite a different proposition from living 
here as an undergraduate. I sometimes miss the old days, and at times 
I pine for a little of the hustle and excitement of the "wide, wide 
world." But on the whole I have found Princeton a very pleasant place 
to live in and it is a great satisfaction to be always on hand for the 
reunions and for all the interesting events of the college )'ear. 

I have been married for about five years, and Mrs. Close and I have 
two husky young boys whom we hope to have enter Princeton as soon 
as they are old enough and learned enough. It requires more learning 
to get in now, by the way, than it did fourteen years ago, and if the 
requirements are correspondingly stiffer sixteen or eighteen years 
later on, the kids may have their troubles ahead of them. 
Sincerely yours, 

Gil. Close. 




BLASE COLE 



p r b Newton, N. J. 

m Lillas Briggs, March 30, 191 1 

Physician 



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DAYTON COLIE 

prb 28 Webster PL, Orange, N. J. 
Ill Marguerite Siedler, Nov. 11, 1912 
Architect 



Orange, N. J. 



To the Class of 1903 : 

Greetings — To have no historj' is accounted a happy thing for a 
nation. Let us hope the same is the case with individuals in general 
and myself in particular. Since leaving Princeton in the summer 
of 1900 I have been pursuing the eventless career in various institutions 
I took my B.A. degree with 1903 at Columbia and then spent five years 
abroad at the Beaux Arts in Paris. I am now settled down to seeing 
what I can make out of it. Though many years have elapsed since my 
one year at Princeton it has left a very pleasant memory behind. 

With continued good wishes for all and sincere wishes that I may 
see more of you in the future. 

Cordially yours, 

. Dayton Colie. 



JAMES SPRAGUE CONRAD 

p r Uniontown Country Club, Uniontown, Pa. R.F.D. 

b The National Bank of Fayette County, Uniontown, Pa. 

Banker 

Uniontown, Pa., Aug. 25, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

For the past six weeks we have been endeavoring to run a bank on 
two, sometimes three men less than the usual number and it has been 
night and day work. When I graduated I thought bank work the 
limit for pleasant hours — 9 to 3 — but that is only the small part of it all. 
Now that is my excuse for not writing you sooner and sending that 
pedigree blank. 

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So far, have not taken a "blue" ribbon anywhere. My Hfe has been 
very commonplace — no romance — no making of history — just plug 
along. Am hoping that though first speed is rather slow it will event- 
ually climb the hills. 

The one bright spot so far was the Tenth Reunion, the first that I 
have had the good fortune to get to since our memorable first one. 
Nothing could be pleasanter than meeting the old bunch and being 
with them, even if we did spend the nights (what was left of them) 
in some "Seminole's" room. I did pay up for it though, for I was laid 
up for two weeks after with a heavy cold due to the wetting I got at 
the game. (Please note that I mean the rain storm.) The wettings 
at the "Big Tent" never hurt any 1903 man. My very best to all the 
bunch. 

Yours, 

J. S. Conrad. 




KENNETH MCPHERSON COOLBAUGH 

pr 371 1 Chestnut St., Philadelphia, Pa. 
Id 512 Weightman Bldg., Philadelphia, Pa. 

Manufacturer of railway supplies. With Acme Railway 
Equipment Co. 



Philadelphia, Pa., Nov. 18, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Have made a number of false starts on that Record letter, but here 
goes to a finish if not to place. 

After graduation some years back went to Ithaca for course in 
Forestry. Department glutted by fire ; had my trunk unpacked, so 
switched to Commercial Law. That's "Nig" Couch's version, so why 
deny ? "Graduation" is one name for what happened in June one year 
later. 

In 1905 looked over the boundless West with Abnormal Speer, Jawn 



Jess and Will Roys. Rebounded in 1906, and have since been at the 
above stand. 

Best to all of the crowd. 

Yours, 

Kenneth Coolbaugh. 
P. S. — Photographers still hesitating but will have one for you shortly 
if this here good weather holds out. Can't get a good sepia by artifi- 
cial light, or money, either, \Miil. 




HENRY MORGAN COOPER 



p Howe, Ind. 

r b Eureka, Nevada 

Mining 



Reno, Nevada, Oct. 22, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

I have finally gotten out to civilization and managed to have a picture 
taken. Shall send you one for the big book, as soon as they are 
finished. 

Not much news with me. I hear from Pat Jess once in a while, 
and we were together a few days in July. 

I hope you publish a good narrative of the Decennial in the book. 
I tried to tell Pat something of the doings, and who were present, but 
could not remember half of what happened. 

I am "back to the mines" again, to-morrow and may be up in the 
mountains all winter. Wish I could be near enough to run down for 
a football game, but no chance. 

Will live and hope for another big reunion in 19 18. 
Yours, etc., 

"Nig" Cooper. 




GEORGE STRIBLING COUCH, JR. 

p r 1602 Kanawha St., Charleston, W. Va. 

b care Brown, Jackson & Knight, Charleston, W. Va. 

m Keith Fontaine, Dec. 15, 1910 

Law3'er 

Charleston, W. Va., Oct. 21, 1913. 
Dear Whit : 

You are about the most persistent cuss I have ever known. You 
have pestered me with requests for a letter until I have almost grown 
ashamed to open anything with a Princeton postmark on it. I have 
not got anything particular to write about, but since you seem so 
darned particular about it, I will venture a few scattering remarks. 

I have been fairly busy since my return from our reunion last sum- 
mer, for I moved into my new place the day after I got back from 
Princeton. I have got about ten acres on the outskirts of the city, and 
am what you might call a gentleman farmer, except that a gentleman 
farmer generally has a lot of money. For the benefit of any of my 
classmates who have any legal business in this part of the country, I 
might say that I go into town long enough each day to keep my desk 
in the office. I generally manage to get there just before the senior 
partner arrives, but that is easy, as he is not an early riser. 

About the biggest case I have had recently was the celebrated case 
of Fred Fairbanks, one-time tourist, and alleged resident of the State 
of California, vs. Broncho Buster Bill Donald, Chief Pierson, citizen 
and resident of the "Hole of the World," Tornado Glen Wharton, of 
Omaha, et al, ad infinitum. I take great credit upon myself for win- 
ning that case, especially when I consider the array of lawyers, alleged 
lawyers, shysters, tin horns and scrubs on the other side. But never 
again will I be prevailed upon to take a case where I am convinced my 
client has no case. At that my client showed there was a man behind 
that Atlantic City mustache, by surrendering the long distance cup to 
Buzz Levick, thereby admitting to the world that he owed his victory 
not to the strength of his own cause, but solely and only to the cogent 
reasoning, overpowering logic and jury-moving argument of his coun- 



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sel. I have never 3'et come to a definite conclusion in my own mind as 
to wliy Juryman Stobo left his seat in the jury box. 

The greatest Princeton rooter and booster in this vicinity is Riley 
Wilson. He asked me the other day, "When are we going to have 
another reunion?" Riley says Princeton has got a little on any place 
he ever saw, and that when his boy grows up he will be in the Class 
of 1933, Deo volentc. By the way, this boy is the one who was 
weighed on the ice man's scales the third day after his birth, and tipped 
eighty-six pounds. 

Like Riley, I am looking forward to our next reunion, and if we 
can make half the showing and have half the fun we did at our decen- 
nial, any man can well afford to make the trip back to Princeton, 
for those reunions do not come every year. 
Very truly yours, 

Geo. S. Couch, Jr. 

P. S. — I certainly think a lot of that class picture we had taken in 
front of Old North. I believe it is the only group picture I was ever 
in where I was right smack in the middle, in the most conspicuous 
place, and doing something everybody else was not. But Whit, the 
next time Fred Bayles with the he-bass drum and the Drummer Boy 
march in front of a lot of Colonial Soldiers, we do not want any 
phony fife player in the "Spirit of '■/&'. Pop Little marched from Old 
North clean to the baseball field with his mouth all puckered up, and 
he never blew a note. He might just as well have had a Bologna 
sausage in his hand as that fife. 

G. S. C, Jr. 




WILLIAM A. COULTER 

p r Greensburg, Pa. 

b 518 Commercial Trust Bldg., Philadelphia, Pa. 

President Greensburg Coal & Coke Co. 

Greensburg, Pa., Feb. 4, 1914. 
Dear Classmate : 

After leaving Princeton in 1903 I went into the railroad contracting 
business which took me to various places in Ohio and Indiana. In 

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1906, I returned to Greensburg, Pennsylvania, to go into the coal busi- 
ness. I was with the Keystone Coal & Coke Company until October 
I, 19 1 3. At the present time I am with the Greensburg Coal & Coke 
Company, Commercial Trust Building, Philadelphia. 
Sincerely 3'ours, 

WiLLi.\M A. Coulter. 




JOHN CRAWFORD, JR. 

p 126 Mt. Hope PL, New York City 
rb Heroult, Shasta Co., Calif. 

m Helen ITamden Noble, Dec. 22, 1910 
Ninette, b July 5, 1912 

Plant Manager Noble Electric Steel Co. 



Heroult, Cal., Sept. 11, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

If I started this letter with the apology due you, for "stalling" around 
so long, in complying with your request, for enclosed statistic blank, 
and, in answering your previous letters, I would have writer's cramp, 
so I will let that part go, and say instead, that I appreciate keenly the 
bully fine work you fellows have done in rounding up the "strays" of 
1903, and keeping us all herded together. 

I take it that the sort of letter you want is a story of my life, or as 
Ward Chamberlin would say, a Curriculum Vitae, since the days of 
1903. Well, here she goes : 

When I left Princeton I aspired to be a Mineralogist, and to this end 
accepted the appointment of assistant to the third instructor in the 
Department of Mineralogy, Columbia School of Mines ; you see, there 
was plenty of room for my ambitions to expand. But when Spike 
McKaig, Frankie Wallower, Doc McCurdy, poor old Eddie Loucks and 
some others of the greatest class ever, began to talk about how soon 
they would be sufficiently polished off, to take the world by the throat, 
and make- it give up the proverbial bread and butter, the idea of being 
left behind was too lonely for me, so I beat them to it a little, and went 
out to St. Louis, with the U. S. G. S., analyzing coal, and incidentally 

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gave some lectures on Radium at the exposition along with men like 
"Smiling" Alec Phillips, who really knew something about it. My, but 
I had a lovely nerve in those days. If I could only have kept it growing 
I would be a Wall Street Magnate, like Phil Lantz, by now. After the 
Fair, I drifted out to Portland, Oregon, and went into partnership with 
L. A. Greenley, 1900, as Custom Chemists and Mining Engineers. 
Princeton men were pretty scarce in Portland then, but along with Jim 
and Johnny Wilson, the latter of "O'Rouke" fame, Greenley and I used 
to manage to keep the tiger's tail from being too badly twisted by the 
Yales and Plarvards, at the University Club. 

Then along came the Goldfield Boom, and Greenley and myself 
hooked up with Jack Forney and Bill Sterret, who had come out to 
Goldfield, and formed a prospecting company. We bought some mules 
and burros and grub and started out into the desert to gather in some 
of the gold mines which had been overlooked, as the old Desert-Rat, 
who guided us said. We located some lovely Burro Pasture, but it 
was all a little shy on gold. A good many Princeton men drifted into 
Goldfield, among them Johnny Poe, whose stock of stories was as fine 
as ever, and the Northern, at Goldfield was the scene of some great 
sessions. 

When the boom started to settle Greenley and I got wind of a gold 
mine in Eastern Oregon, which looked good, so we sold out our busi- 
ness in Portland, got an option on the mine, and went back to New 
York to finance it. Jack O'Neal and some others came in and we took 
the mine on lease and bonds, worked it for about a year and a half and 
took out some gold. She was sure a good little mine, but she went 
low grade. The local smelter shut down and we followed suit. The 
net proceeds, from our venture were principally of an educational 
value. I then took a position with a neighboring mine, and got out 
gold for the other fellow for a while, when I had an offer from a plant 
in California that was doing some new and interesting work, in at- 
tempting to make pig iron, by Electro-Smelting. I stayed for six 
months, but the hot climate sort of got me, and I went back to the Blue 
Mountains, in Eastern Oregon, as assistant to the Manager of a 
Copper Smelter that was starting up. In a few months I went back to 
California for the "girl I'd left behind me," won her, and brought her 
back to Oregon, and that is the greatest success that has come my 
way. In 1912, I went back to the Electric Smelting plant mentioned 
above, was later promoted to Plant Manager, and here I am. Though 
there are a few plants in Norway and Sweden, we are the only plant 
in America which is producing pig iron on a commercial scale, by 
smelting in the electric furnace. Our present furnaces are the result 
of more than seven years' continuous experimenting, and now we are 
producing regularly fine grades of foundry iron. 

A year ago last July, Miss Ninette Crawford arrived on the scene, 
and well, all the boys who have a kiddie or two know what that means. 
It may make you feel a little more like an old "grad," but it is the 
greatest thing ever. 

There, Whitney, you have me aljout up to date. About the only 
thing of any account, which has happened since I left old 95 Blair, that 
has touched me on the raw, was not being able to get back for 
•'old home week." I hoped all along that I could straighten out my 
business matters, so as to get away, and when I found that I couldn't, 
I just layed down. 

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I do not know that this is the sort of a letter you reall}' wanted, but 
I took my cue from your statement to write the sort of letter I would 
Hke to get from the other fellows. 

Yours, in 1903, 

John Crawford. Jr. 




WINTHROP DAHLGREN 

p r 320 Eighth Ave., Brooklyn, N. Y. 
b 25 Broad St., New York City 

m Maud Keenan, May 7, 1905 

Etha Augusta, b Aug. 12, 1906 
Keenan, b Dec. 23, 1909 

Broker with Hayden, Stone & Co. 




JOHN SWIFT DANA 

p r 1014 Kanawha St., Charleston, W. Va. 

b care Abney-Barnes Co., Charleston, W. Va. 



6s 



m C3'nthia Arnold Abney, Nov. 18, 1903 
Frances Worth, b Aug. 24, 1904 
Katherine Arnold, b May 30, 1907 
Mary Adelaide, b Jan. 21, 1910 
John Swift, Jr., b Aug. 22, 1912 

Vice-President Abney-Barnes Co., importers and jobbers of 
dry goods and notions 

Charleston, W. Va., Nov. 17, 1913. 
Dear Whit: 

I am simply so pressed for time that I can not afford to waste it in 
writing about so uninteresting a subject as myself. I haven't done very 
much in the ten years since I left Princeton except work about as hard 
as anybody I know of and find more happiness than any fat man really 
deserves. 

The picture enclosed shows me entirely surrounded by little Danas, 
and if any of the class are seeking information as to how-to raise 
children, tell them to write to me. 

All I can say is, that I sincerely hope every man, woman and child 
in good old 1903 may enjoy the same health, the same good fortune 
and happiness that I have been lucky enough to get as my portion of 
this world's goods. 

Yours very truly, 

John. 




LEROY LANDIS DANIEL 
p r b" First Presbyterian Church, Providence, R. I. 

m Beatrice Marguerite Plutchins, June 6, 191 1 
Elizabeth Hutchins, b July 25, 1912 
Edwin Landis, b Oct. 28, 191 3 

Pastor First Presbyterian Church, Providence, R. I. 

Wyoming, Pa., Aug. 6, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

I don't know just exactly what or how much you want in the line of 

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personal history but 1 presume it is recent events that you are 
interested m or desirous of having ^ 

In the hne of my profession I liave been making progress When I 
came here to Wyoming the church was in a sorr/condltio,; a fact o 

Teon, r1 InT f^ T^'"''' ''""'P^^ ^'^^'''^ ^ ^^as not informed in 
legaid to the rea conditions and did not discover the same until after 
I accepted the call and took up the work which looked much be er thin 

situation. In two and a half years I have made good. The church 
has been built up numerically and spiritually. On June 20th a 1 de 
over a month ago, we formally installed a beautiful new pipe o "an 
Se ;:;Srew --l-^^"y--"-ed a liberal donation fronl t^.e Hon- 
orable Andiew Carnegie; this was also the formal openino- of the 

eamiful JhsHc'T '°T''^^^^ ''"^°'^^^^^ within.-mmSr alt^era ion" 
beautiful aitistic decorations, a unique and brilliant lighting scheme" 

ness YfeJ" ^^' TT.f ' ?,"' ^"™' °^- '^d^l °^ beautv\nd att: S: 
tovtnspeopl" "' ""' ' '""' "°" '''' '-''P'''' -^d esteem of all the 
p Last month I received a unanimous and pressing call to the First 
Piesbyterian Church of Providence, R. I. Following close upon th 
came tvyo other fine openings. The work in Providence esnecialh 
appealed to me and I have given them my decision and am plann no o 
take up the work there by the iirst of September. The peopfe TeT fee" 
quite mournful because of my departure and I can in a saise leciprocate 
their feehngs as I shall leave behind many dear friends but this s 
one of the features of the work. 

I am spending my vacation at home this year owing to the fact that 
my mother-in-law is critically ill and in consequence my wife s cSiS 
of being m constant attendance. My wife is a model Frau and our 1 - 
le Be ty makes her Daddy do about anything she wishes • home cer 
tainly is not complete without the little tots ' " 

Now when I get settled down in Providence. R. I.. I .hall do everv 
thing m my power to hoodoo Yale and Harvard out of chan pioiS p 
victories and w,l1 Vp.n ih. Princeton banr- "^ ■ ■ ■ .'"''P'°"s"'P 

Ever yours tru 



-',i'" '" ^" i.wuui.u icue ana inarvard out of chamnionshin 
VIC ones and will keep the Princeton banner floating right 1^6 2? 
of the enemies' camp. ^ *= "luicneait 



Leroy L. D.vniel. 



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C. WHITNEY DARROW 

p r 63 Prospect Ave., Princeton, N. J. 

b Princeton University Press, Princeton, N. J. 

m j\lay T. Barton, Nov. 14, 1905 

Dorothy Barton, b Jan. 7, 1907 
Charles Whitney, Jr., b Aug. 22, 1909 
Elaine, b Dec. 23, 1913 

Secretary and Manager Princeton University Press 

Princeton, N. J., Dec. 15, 1913. 
Dear Classmates : 

I am leading the simple life at Princeton and trying to get enough 
time away from class work to enable me to manage the Princeton Uni- 
versity Press. We have a very fine building and equipment given by 
Mr. Charles Scribner. The work is very interesting and has possi- 
bilities of great development. 

Several activities in the town have interested me and enable me to 
get a change in work once in a while. Fortunately work takes me to 
New York one or two. days a week so I am not quite as secluded as 
my address indicates. 

It is a pleasure to meet the men who come to Princeton and I hope 
each one of you who comes to town will be sure and look me up first 
thing. 

With kindest regards to you all and appreciating the way you have 
cheerfully taken my often insulting appeals. 
Yours faithfully, 

Whitney Darrow. 



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JOSEPH P. DAVIES 

p r 137 N. Ludlow St., Dayton, Ohio 

A registered letter sent to Joe at the above address in October was 
properly receipted. Last May, after having received over eighteen 
personal letters, Joe condescended to write "will not be present" on 
the back of a card and sent it to the Secretary. We hope in the course 
of a few years, to educate Joe through our class correspondence 
school so that he will write Frazer tzvv lines before the Fifteenth 
Reunion. For further information see letter S. McClave. 




ARTHUR TYRREL DEAR 

pb 15 Exchange PL, Jersey City, N. J. 
r 115 Lincoln St., Montclair, N. J. 

m Lucy Jane Hadley, Oct. 28, 1909 

Arthur T., Jr., b Oct. 28, 1911 



Lawyer 



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Jersey City, N. J., Oct. 29, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

Two years at New York Law School, one year of law clerking, prac- 
ticing law for myself since then in Jersey City, with about a year's 
interruption in 1909 while engaged in New York in the publication of 
the classified telephone directory ; married in 1909, A. T. Dear, Jr., 
born in 1911; recently removed residence from Jersey City to Mont- 
clair (1 15' Lincoln Street), where we expect to remain for some indef- 
inite period. 

In 1907 made a bad try for election to the State Assembly — political 
ambitions since then very urgent, but successfully kept in check. Did 
manage, however, to become treasurer of Hudson County Alumni 
Association for two years and succeeded in resigning without being 
Sulzerized. 

For the future, my ambitions embrace but two objects: that my son 
may play Varsity football, and that I may some day endow the 1903 
IMe'morial Fund, so that the poor suckers who have had that job 
wished on them may have some time to devote to fine arts and 
agriculture. 

Arthur T. Dear. , 



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HARRY RYERSON DECKER 

pb 1 126 Highland Bldg., Pittsburgh, Pa. 

r 329 South Highland Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa. 



Physician 

Pittsburgh, Pa., Oct. i, 1913. 
My dear Classmates : 

,The Quinquennial Record reported me last at the Presbyterian Hos- 
pital in New York smoothing off the knobs and bobs of that inexperi- 
ence in practice, which is or at least used to be the heritage of every 
medical student on graduation. No hospital could ever do more for a 
man than Presbyterian did for me with its high ideals, its atmosphere 
of industry and enthusiasm, and the hearty spirit of helpfulness and 
friendliness from its whole staff. I left its portals quite confident in 



my ability to handle everything in the line of human ailments, except 
possibly obesity and alopechia, which being interpreted mean portliness 
and baldness. While at the hospital I did acquire certain delicate 
proportions of each, just enough perhaps to help give me a "profes- 
sional air," which for a beginner in practice is no small asset. 

To round out further my practical experience I spent three months as 
resident at the Sloane Maternity Hospital in the fall of 1909. This, 
however, was after a summer trip to the Far West, my first visit into 
the wild and woolly beyond Chicago. It was in the nature of a pros- 
pectmg trip for me, as well as a sight-seeing and educational one, and 
needless to say was brimful of interest and pleasure. My journey took 
me in succession to Pittsburgh, Cleveland, Jackson, Mich., my birth- 
place; Chicago, Kansas City, Denver, Salt Lake City, Los Angeles, 
San Francisco, Portland, Seattle, Tacoma, Spokane, Little Falls, Minn., 
■Minneapolis, St. Paul and Rochester, Minn., where the Mayo Clinic 
is located. 

The length of my stay in each city was so short that when I had vis- 
ited the hospitals, medical clinics and members of the jNIedical Fra- 
ternity, I had little time to look up Princeton men, who were just then 
beginning to be numerically strong in the West. The only 1903 man 
I recall having met in those eight weeks was Paul Welling, then a 
lumber magnate at Seattle. We spent an evening together at the 
Alaska- Yukon Pacific Exposition. He was looking forward to the 
time when he could return to Chicago to live, and I could not blame him, 
for at that time Seattle seemed to me to be a rather forlorn and 
desolate place. 

It is beyond the bounds of this letter for me to describe the details 
and my impressions of this trip. Suffice it to say that I came back 
highly appreciative of the grandeur and picturesqueness of the Far 
A'Vest, the geniality and "boosting" enthusiasm of its people, and 
anxious to see more of it but quite content after all to live in the more 
conservative and settled East. 

Just why I located in Pittsburgh to practice my profession may be 
due to one or all of a number of factors, possibly because, as the city 
slogan says, "Pittsburgh Promotes Progress," and is fast becoming the 
spotless town of the country. More likely, however, because Pitts- 
burgh has as stalwart a bunch of 1903 men as any city in the land. 
Again in view of its large manufacturing interests it appealed to me as 
a fertile field for surgical work, which I expect to make my specialty. 
One factor of definite importance at the time I decided to come to 
Pittsburgh was the organization of a new Medical School at the Uni- 
versity of Pittsburgh, which offered me, in its opportunity for teaching, 
an academic stimulus and atmosphere for my professional work quite 
to my liking. I have always enjoyed preaching myself better than being 
preached at, and now am giving nearly daily sermonettes from texts in 
the realms of Anatomy and Surgery to my own edification, if not 
always to that of the medical students who must listen to me. 

I have lived in Pittsburgh three years except for short trips East at 
holiday time and for Old Home Week. But I have been plunged so 
deeply in medical work whether the practice, school or hospital that 
I have seen comparatively little of the 1903 men socially. Several 
have been practiced on by me — this is "entre nous," and are alive to 
tell their own tales, and will not need to have "the truth told about 
them." I can testify to the sobrietv and industry of the whole bunch. 



Our bachelor crew is fast losing its members, — Norm Pitcaini as this 
is being written, Jim Cassidy soon methinks — and is now reduced tO' 
a quartet of Barron, Stephenson, Singer and Decker — even now, B. S. S. 
may be on the road to conjugal bliss but I at least am quite content- 
edly single, and have no future prospects. Proof awaits all 1903 men 
who will stop off at Pittsburgh. We are always at your beck and call 
with open house, and hearty welcome. 

In closing, my best wishes for health, happiness, and boundless suc- 
cess go out to you all. As the old toast has it — 
"Here's to thee and thy folks 

From me and my folks. 

Nobody ever loved any folks 

Ever since folks was folks 

Half as much as me and my folks 

Love thee and thy folks." 

A^ery sincerely yours, 

H. Ryer.?on Decker. 




MARTIN C. DECKER 

p r 1816 S. Park Ave., North Chicago, 111. 
b 1810 State St., North Chicago, HI. 

m Edna Florence Bryant, Sept. 2. 1901 
Bernard Martin, b April 2, 1905 
Louis Bryant, b May 8, 1907 
Ruth La Verne, b Aug. 20, 1912 



Lawyer 

North Chicago, III. Nov. 8, 19 [3. 
Dear Whitney : 

You are certainly persistent and ingenious in your solicitations for 
material for the 1903 decennial record. The cause should be one that 
would not make it necessary for you to be obliged to exercise the 
qualities above referred to, but I suppose there are many of us who 



keep putting matters of this kind off until we would move a less con- 
scientious individual to a season of real profanity. They say that 
professional men and especially lawyers are the worst procrastinators 
there are and I wouldn't be surprised if your experience will bear 
that out. 

I will try to give you as much information concerning my acts and 
doings since I left Princeton, as I can without incriminating myself. 
On account of financial difficulties and more especially by reason of the 
fact that family affairs required my presence nearer home, I was 
obliged to leave Princeton in 1901, at the close of my sophomore year. 
I attended Chicago University during that and the following summer. 
In the fall of 1901 I took up work as Principal and Superintendent of 
the Graded and High Schools at Grayslake, Illinois, and stayed there 
for two years, at the same time carrying on studies under the private 
tutelage of some of the professors of Northwestern University 
which I had attended for one year prior to entering Princeton. In 
1903 I took my degree of Bachelor of Arts from Northwestern Uni- 
versity, having transferred my credits earned at Princeton and Chicago 
Universities. 

M)' two years' experience at Grayslake had convinced me that I 
did not care to follow up the teaching profession as a life work and I 
decided to take up the study of law. Being married and having no 
means with which to go through law school, I secured a position teach- 
ing near the city of Chicago and attended one of the night law schools 
in Chicago, of which there are two or three very excellent ones. I fol- 
lowed this course during the years 1903 and 1906 both inclusive, and 
in June 1906 graduated with the degree of Bachelor of Laws and was 
admitted to the bar in this state in October of that year. 

At the time of my admission to the bar I was engaged as Principal 
of the Schools of North Chicago, a manufacturing town, about thirty- 
two miles north of the city of Chicago and just south of and adjoining 
the city of Waukegan, which is the County Seat of this County. This 
city is in the same county and only about twelve miles from, the village 
where I was raised. In the spring of 1907 I interested myself in local 
politics, which was not a very hard thing to do, because I have always 
had a sort of natural inclination towards diversions of that kind. I 
was elected as City Attorney and as Town Clerk of the town in which 
the city lies and was also appointed as Secretary and Attorney of a 
Park District, which was at that time created in this vicinity. I was 
thus put in a position so that my fixed earning capacity was as great 
as it would be at teaching, and I gave up my school and entered upon 
the general practice of law. I am pleased to say that my success in 
this line of work has far exceeded what I had expected, and I have been 
very well satisfied with my choice of profession and also my location. I 
have been able to keep in closer touch with Princeton and Princeton 
men than I had expected when I left there. "Pop" Abbott '04 who was 
a boyhood chum of mine as many of you know, lived there for several 
years after I left and kept me quite weU posted. Then "Bob" McNa- 
mara moved to Chicago and I occasionally see him and become inocu- 
lated with some fresh Princeton germs, not that I need them, but just 
to freshen the old ones. I have attended some of the meetings or 
dinners of Princeton men in Chicago and have always enjoyed each 
one I have attended immensely. I attended the semi-decennial reunion 
and spent several days on and about the old campus and renewed many 

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of the old associations. On account of business appointments, I was 
unable to make the reunion this 3'ear, but have made up my mind that 
whenever the class of 1903 advertises a real live reunion that I am 
going to be on hand and help make the dope come out right. 

I am sending the pictures of my two boys and girl, which explains 
the present status of my family, with no particular significance to be 
attached to the word present. I am also enclosing my own picture. 
My W'ife says that I am not as bald as the picture indicates, but I can 
not see that there is enough difference to raise any question about. 

Any member of our class who comes out this way, I want to be 
sure and look me up. I am on very friendly terms with the Sheriff and 
States Attorney here and give any of you full permission to use my 
name in case you need assistance. 

Wishing you the greatest success in your efforts to make the 
1903 decennial class record the best ever published, I am. 
Sincerely yours, 

Martin C. Decker. 




WILLIAM SANDERSON DETWILER 

p r 405 Chestnut St., Columbia, Pa. 

General Manager Lime Stone Quarry, Scientific Farmer and 
Banker 



Columbia, Pa., Aug. 20, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

My past, present and future were exposed at the Decennial Reunion, 
and therefore my chat will be somewhat limited. However with the 
temperature hovering around the 100° point I shall try to send some 
news for the Decennial Record. 

Tell "Ike" Roberts there is a cup coming to him for his game run- 
ning in famous relay races. He deserved to win, but that "Lot-like 
glance" caused "Ike" to run too long on one spot. Never mind, "Ike," 
there will be another chance five years hence to win, when your team- 
mate, the fleet-footed "Spike" Warbeke said he would be in good .run- 
ning form. 

'l saw by the Tin Horn that you were appointed to conduct the 



Mayor's Court in Princeton during the absence of the Mayor. I am 
out for suggestions, Whitney. The "Powers" have nominated me for 
Mayor on the Democratic ticket in a I'ock-ribbed RepubHcan town of 
thirteen thousand. However, the people are clamoring for a change in 
policy, and thinking me a good "runner" (having heard I nosed-out 
"Ike" Roberts for the championship cup) placed me against the field 
to win. The Bull Moosers and "Reps" are hot on my trail, but Novem- 
ber will tell the tale as to my ability to be the "bell cow," or just a 
plain "trailer." 

At present I am nursing the finest crop of Havana tobacco I have 
raised in many years, in fact if "Old Jupe Pluve" does not create too 
much havoc I shall cut a record crop of the famous weed. While 
waiting for the tobacco crop to season, I take the bees out for a walk 
each afternoon, that is, I mean the Queens. You know my hobby is 
bees and I have made enough surplus honey from my colonies to 
supply each member of the class with a few pounds. You see Lan- 
caster County is the garden spot of the world. You don't believe me, 
but look it up and you will find we romp away from all other counties. 
Of course we raise other things beside tobacco and bees. Come over 
into Lancaster County and we'll even teach you "Jersey mosquitoes" 
how to raise sweet potatoes and cantaloupes. 

Success to the Decennial Record, the Tin Horn and the Class 
of 1903 ! 

Yours very sincerely, 

W. Sanderson Detwiler. 

The Class of 1903 made Det. Mayor of Columbia. How did we do 
it? We elected our candidate in spite of Det. Last summer we gave 
him permission to pull ofl: a real 1903 Old Home Week, orange and 
black and all that sore of thing, on the natives of Columbia. Did it 
work? Of course it did. 

Under the heading OLD HOME WEEK, COLUMBIA IN A 
BLAZE OF GLORY we find the following in the Daily Neivs: 

Chairman Zeamer knew that it would take hig money to rvm "Old Home 
Week," and made the strike of his life, when he selected W. Sanderson Detwiler, 
as Chairman of the Finance Committee. Mr. Detwiler entered upon the work 
with a vim, and to his wonderful efforts, we believe nearly enough money has 
been raised to meet all expenses. Sandy has been on the job early and late, and 
if he missed anybody or if anybody missed him, he would like to have the 
name. It was fitting that a Detwiler should have had a full hand in this enter- 
prise, for ever since i860 the name of Detwiler has been in the minds of our 
people, and they will always cherish the memory of Solomon S. Detwiler, an 
uncle of our subject, as one who was always and ever foremost in any and 
everything pertaining to the well being of Columbia. Sanderson Detwiler — may 
he wear the crown, for splendid Old Home Week work. 

Det will not give us the credit for his victory but if you don't believe 
that our copyrighted, trade-marked Old Home Week did the business, 
then read on ! 

Columbia, Pa., Nov. 11, 191 3. 
Dear Whitney : 

I am in receipt of your card and instead of v/riting all about the 
political doings in our town and just how I happened to win out, I 
have decided to send you several Republican papers which somehow 



are kind to me even though I belong to the opposition. These will 
give you detailed accounts. Our only Democratic paper is a weekly 
and the two Republican papers are dailies, but they don't care for each 
other one bit. Always scrapping. 

Am enclosing a clipping from "The Independent" the Democratic 
-sheet which g-ives each of the three hard-workers (notice I underline 
hard-workers) special mention. We gave the people of Columbia a 
really remarkable programme during Old Home Week and I collected 
$6348.00 for the celebration, a sum thought absolutely impossible by 
the knowin.s^ ones, to be collected. But I did it by using- a system. 
Hence the bouquets. 

The telegrams from "Woody", the Class and Percy Pyne are very 
clever. I received twenty-seven telegrams and any number of congrat- 
ulatory letters but I wouldn't allow any more to be published. 

I Avas elected Chief Burgess by 429 in a rock-ribbed Republican 
town. The Bull Moose party endorsed me when they saw they couldn't 
defeat me at the Primaries. But I licked the "Repubs" on the straight 
Democratic ticket so Fm happy. 

I take my chair Jan. i. Columbia is to be a city in 191 5. Charter 
applied for now. Then I'll be a JNIayor for sure, but that's what I've 
been called by since my election. 

Sincerely, 

Det. 

Sanderson Detwiler for Burgess and J. H. Ostertag for Council in the 
seventh ward, both Fusion candidates won out by majorities of 399 and 84, 
respectively. A fine example of what Fusion does when the right men are 
selected. — Columbia Daily News, Nov. 5. 

For his first appearance in local politics. W. Sanderson Detwiler ran like a 
prairie fire in August. He declares he will be a non-partisan burgess. He 
didn't want the office, but not that he has it, he will perform his duty. — Colum- 
bia Daily Spy, Nov. 5. 

Burgess-elect h.'\d 429 matoritv. — In the table giving the official vote for 
Chief Burgess in Columbia, the figures gave the majority for W. Sanderson 
Detwiler, Chief Burgess-Elect at 399 when they should have been 429, which was 
his majority. Mr. Detwiler was the Democratic and Bull Moose candidate. — 
Coliiiiibia Daily iVczcf, Nov. 6. 

RECEIVING CONGRATUL.-VTIONS 

W. Sanderson Detwiler was kept pretty busy, yesterday, receiving personal 
congratulations as the next Chief Burgess of the old town. He bore his honors 
meekly, but was apparently well pleased with the big votes of Tuesday. As he 
is the first Democratic burgess in twenty years \Ye will concede his right to 
exultation. 

Among the congratulatory telegrams, not heretofore published are the 
following : 

White House, November 5. 

Congratulations from the Chief Executive of the Nation to the Chief Executive 
of the Borough. WooDV. 

Princeton, N. J., Nov. 
Congratulations, Sandy, from all the boys. Here's to old Nassau. 

Class of '03. 

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Princeton, November 6. 
It is a great pleasure to join in congratulations for your great civic victory. 
Shake. 

Percy Pyne. 
— Coltiiiibia Daily Spy, Nov. 6. 

The Woman's Gub has started an early campaign for a safe and sane Fourth 
of July in 1914. The members will smile sweetly every tinte they meet Chief 
Burgess elect Detwiler, and he will smile just as sweetly in return, and 
between them, look out! — Columbia Daily Neics, Nov. 7. 




WALTER ROGERS DEUEL 

p r 3 Fifth Ave., New York City 
Id 10 Broachva}-, Xew York City 

Lawyer 

Walter has been practicing law at 149 Broadway, New York, since 
1909. January 1913, he gave up his office to accept a position as an 
assistant in the New York County District Attorney's office. 




CHARLES LEE DOE 

p r 45 Baldwin St., Newark, N. J. 
b 40 Academy St., Newark, N. J. 



m Edna Crowell Osborne, JNIarch 25, 191 1 
Katharine Condit, b June 9, 19 12 

New Jersey Manager Hedden Construction Co. 

Newark, N. J., Oct. 30, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

I am sending you by to-day's mail a picture of my daughter, aged 
16 months and myself aged 31 years, 4 months, neither doing justice to 
the subject. 

Assuming your request for a letter to be an invitation to disclose my 
personal affairs I beg to advise that I am living within my means. I 
have been married nearly three years and last June convinced Gar. Scott 
that a bachelor life was wrong. The records show no finer testimonial 
of true domestic happiness. 

I have not been sought after for political office being still cartooned 
as "Common People." 

My principal distinction from the average commuter between New 
York and Newark is still due to the fact that I am a member of the 
Class of 1903. 

With best wishes to all the class, I am. 
Sincerely yours, 

Charles L. Doe. 




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NORMAN HENDERSON DONALD 

pb 24 Nassau St., New York Citv 
r Dongan Flills, S. I., N. Y. 

m Emelie JMartyn Dunn, June 6. 1912 

Norman Henderson, Jr., b Sept. 3, 1913 

Banker. A [ember firm McCurdy, Henderson & Co. 

New York, Aug. 16, 1913. 
Dear Whit : 

I am sending you a copy of my mug, which I would be glad to have 
you return ; here is a specimen of my handwriting, O O (thumb prints) 



and I will send you my Bertillion measurements next week. My auto- 
biography, history of my family, that of my wife and her family I have 
already sent you, and if there is any thing else you would like to 
know you had better get Craig Kennedy on the job and he might tell 
you something more but I have told you everything that I know or 
have. 

I want to congratulate the Reunion Committee on the record-breaking 
success of our Decennial, and also to go on record as having enjoyed 
that Reunion more than any I have ever attended of our own or other 
classes and I have investigated one or two very fully. The only one 
to come near it was our first Reunion on University Place the Wednes- 
day night of our graduation week in i goo's tent which we so grace- 
fully closed by removing the tent poles. 

Those were days indeed and they seem a very short time since. 

With best wishes for an early publication of the Record, I am, 
A^ery sincerely yours, 

Norman li. Donald. 




WILLIAM HENDERSON DONALD 

p r b Melville, Mont. 

m Alma Parker, Oct. 15, 1913 



Rancher 

Melville, Mont., Aug. 28, 19 [3. 
Dear Whit . 

Since you are so insistent on an autobiography of my "Career of 
Crime" for the past few years here goes to "turn her loose'' as the 
broncho buster says when he gets astride a bad one. 

As you might remember I got through college two years ahead of 
the rest of the bunch. To be honest, college got through with me. 
Directly upon the cessation of my college career I was prevailed upon to 
take the responsible position of draught clerk in a Wall Street office, 
opening and shutting windows at the princely salary of five dollars per 
(week not month). I held that job down longer than I should. After 
about two years they would finally let me write in a book once in a 
while. I finall}' graduated to the job of junior partner in the firm of 
Donald, Gordon & Co. 

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Cit}' life didn't appeal to me so very much and in 1907 I drifted out 
this way staying with Charley Dugro for a couple of months. Got a 
job punching cows, cooked on a ranch one winter for as many as eleven 
men and never lost a man. Bought a little bunch of cattle and been 
following the cattle business ever since. 

Up to the time of the famous murder trial from which I emerged 
with the name "Stimulated Bill," my name for the two previous years 
had been "Calamity Bill," for in that time there wasn't a fellow in the 
County went to his Happy Hunting Ground whether in a gun fight. 




by accident or just plain died, but I was on hand. Had two fellows 
shot down right by me. Served as Deputy Sheriff a couple of times 
and am now on the Executive Committee of the IMontana Stockgrowers 
Association. Own a few thousand acres of land now and a pretty 
decent herd of cattle so am an established rancher and cow man. 

Rube Lake is spending the summer with me and we have been hav- 
ing quite some time. He confided to me the other day that he felt hard 
enough to sit on a tack. 

I would have written you before but was waiting for the "hitherto 
unpublished" to show up. 

Wishing you all success in getting out the Class Record, I remain, 
Sincerely, 

Bill Donald. 



The following article is clipped from the Big Timber Pioneer of Nov. 
6, 1913. 

W. H. DONALD AND BRIDE ROYALLY 

RECEIVED 
W. H. Donald, the well known stockman of Mel- 
ville, returned on No. S Saturday, accompanied by 
Mrs. Donald to whom he was recently married in 
New York City. 

The homecoming of the groom is one that will 



long live in his memory, a bright remembrance of 
the initial plunge into the sea of matrimony. Prob- 
ably Mr. Donald thinks the whole town was at the 
station to meet him, possibly it looked from a car 
window as if neighbors from other towns had been 
borrowed for the occasion, but neither was the case. 
However, friends were there to the tune of more 
than 200, and the night that the groom rode the goat 
in the Elks lodge was not a marker to the ride he 
got from the station to the hotel. At first the recip- 
ient of this marked attention bucked, especially when 
one of his old cow boy friends roped him, but his 
resistance was as hopeless and helpless as that of 
one individual in the hands of an infuriated mob. 
Before he really knew what was going on he had 
been dumped into the push cart of the Grand Hotel, 
a dozens hands grabbed it, and if there is any one 
particular thing he has reason to be thankful for 
it is that the spirit of civic improvement had long ago 
removed the boulders between the station and hotel. 
As it was, he got a rough ride, one that will linger 
in his memory, as well as other parts of his anatomy, 
for days to come. 

When the hotel was reached Mr. Donald did the 
honors in royal style, after which he received the 
congratulations of many of his numerous friends 
in this city. 

Mrs. Donald was taken from the station to the 
hotel in the car of T. G. Blakeman, and an hour 
after their arrival the bride and groom were speed- 
ing toward their future ranch home in the same car, 
accompanied by the best wishes of hundreds of 
friends. 

An amusing feature of the doings at the station 
was that when Mr. Donald was roped every car 
window went up and heads came through from all 
sides. One woman became terribly excited and 
yelled. 

"Great God! they're going to hang him right here!" 




CHARLES HORATIO DUGRO 

p rb Hotel Savoy, 59th St., and Fifth Ave., New York City 

m Alice Mary VanCleve, June 11, 1903 

Philip Henry (CLASS BOYj, b July 14, 1905 

Business 

Nov. 18, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Your last letter has just been received, it having been forwarded to 
me from New York City. 

I am in the northern part of the state temporarily on business. ^ly 
doings since leaving Tigertown in June 1903, have consisted in getting 
married and to that purpose persuaded a western girl to aid me to do 
the same, thereby linking together the east and west. 

In October, 1903, I persuaded the New York Law School to try and 
teach me law. Al Smith, Ameli and Chamberlin helped me in that. 

Ninteen five was "some year."' I finished law school, passed my 
bar examinations (much to Smith's surprise. He thought the Commit- 
tee on Character would hold me up) and took a vacation. 

On July 14, 1905, "Young Dug" appeared, strong and healthy. 

In 1909 I persuaded the Supreme Court of Montana to admit me to 
practice before the courts of that state. 

In June 191 3. "Young Dug" finished his first year in school and was 
awarded a medal for "all around efficiency," bringing honor to the 
class, as a class boy should (he takes after his mother). 

At the present time I am busy as Treasurer and Superintendent of 
a New York Operating Company which holds me quite close to the 
job. 

With best wishes and apologies for the delay, 
Sincerely, 

Charles H. Dugro. 



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REMICK CARPENTER ECKARDT 

prb 34 South Arlington Ave., East Orange, N. J. 

Ph3'sician 

East Orange, N. J., Nov. i6, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

To condense the past ten and a half years of my career into a few 
words Mfould be to state that the first five and a half were spent in the 
New York Homeopathic Medical College and Flower Hospital, over on 
Avenue A, in a region remote from the haunts of the preying under- 
graduate, but nevertheless where one can learn things which even the 
most sophisticated campus-dweller wots not of, and where one is im- 
pressed with the idea that while the natives may not be Bible sharks, 
they most certainly live up to the injunction laid down in Genesis, 
chapter one, verse twenty-eight, and permit me to state, much to the 
misery of all concerned, except mayhap the experience-seeking medico 
whose theories about life undergo radical changes, as observation 
teaches him that some things should not be taken too literally. 

The last five years have been passed in this quiet suburban commun- 
ity, meeting the usual experiences that fall to the lot of the general 
practitioner — and some others that do not, but as the province of this 
book is not that of an advertising medium, we won't go into details. 

It appears that most of the class have been guilty of adding to the 
records of vital statistics. Well, I haven't ! 

As this autobiography is assuming large proportions, it must be 
brought to a close, but before doing so I would like to mention what 
four years at Princeton emphasized to me, namely that no game is 
ever lost till the last man is put out. We learned to cheer hardest 
when, with two out in the ninth, and the other team one run ahead 
— or even more — our batter would swing viciously at the ball, and 
miss, swing again, and miss. Even then we cheered, and rose to sing 
"Old Nassau," but we didn't sing it, for the next swing of the bat 
would drive in the winning runs, and then elemental human nature 
forgot all songs and just went wild. But the point is this: the last 
Varsity man would come to bat with his head up and his jaws set, and 
he'd swing hard on the ball, and the rooters up there on the benches 
cheered harder as the outlook grew darker. And the spirit that can 

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inspire men to so act is sometliing to be proud of. Tliere is no 
defeat when one plays his game, whatever it may happen to be, in that 
spirit. For it isn't the score that really counts, it's the spirit that's back 
of it all. 

That is the one big lesson that remains when most else has been 
forgotten. It is no disgrace to be beaten, "for the race is not always 
to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, for time and chance happeneth 
to all," but it is unpardonable to stop trying simply because the other 
side has a lead. Experience taught us that big leads could be overcome. 

With best wishes and kind regards. 

Sincerely yours, 

R. C. EcK.\RDT. 




JAMES G. EDDY 

p b care Ferry-Baker Lumber Co., Everett, Wash. 

A registered letter sent to the above address was properly receipted so 
we assume that he is at the address given. 



R. B. EDDY 

Not heard from. Last known address was care Eddy Bros. & Co., 
Blind River, Ontario, Canada. 




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ANDREW JAMES EDGAR 

p 1- 34 Hamilton Road, Glen Ridge, N. J. 
b 600 Broadway, New York City 

m Flora Corrine Leighton, Feb. 11, 1907 
Flora Leighton, b Sept. 24, 1912 

Straw Braid Importer. With Olivier & Co. 

New York, Nov. 13, 1913. 
Dear Whitney: 

I have your various, letters requesting me to write you something for 
the Class Record and in order to keep you from spending any more of 
the Class Funds on postage stamps I will endeavor to write you a 
shortresume of my eventful life, though I was leaving this matter for 
the historians. 

I first saw the light in beautiful Jersey City, Oct. 16, 1877, being 
born of poor, but honest parents. I mastered all the learning of the 
day in the public schools of that city. At the age of fourteen, my father 
having lost several million dollars in unfortunate business speculation, 
I entered the mercantile field, where I remained until the age of twenty- 
two, when I entered the classic shades of Old Nassau. You are 
familiar with my brilliant career through the ensuing four years. From 
the intellectual atmosphere of 7 South Reunion came the Valedictorian 
of the Class, Poler Howell, and four years of privilege with the Old 
Sleuth enabled Arthur Benjamin Sherlock Holmes Reeve to produce 
his Craig Kennedy. In the fall of 1904 I entered Princeton Seminary, 
but after one year finding I had not, as Woodrow Wilson used to 
express it, "an ecclesiastical cut to my jib" I entered mercantile life. 
After two years of close application I had the office boy skinned a 
mile and had a desk of my own and was on the high road to opulence. 
February 11, 1907, I committed matrimony and now a little thirteen 
months' old Flora Leighton Edgar disturbs the otherwise calm nights 
of Glen Ridge, N. J. In addition I have taken unto myself about forty 
pounds avoirdupois, tipping the scales at a round 200, and my appetite 
is just as keen now as in the days when Spence was losing money on 
me at $4 per. 

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Nothing of great moment has befallen me in recent years. I still 
continue a good husband and kind father to all the blessings enumer- 
ated in a previous part of this letter. One of the bright spots of my 
life was the grand and glorious Reunion of last June, but otherwise I 
have and am pursuing the even tenor of my ways, keeping out of the 
newspapers and also out of jail. I am with Olivier & Co., 600 Broad- 
way, New York, in a position which modesty forbids me to comment 
upon. Any member of the class being in the neighborhood around 
noon time will be received with open arms. I usually have 40 cents 
in my pocket and a Child's Restaurant is in the immediate vicinity. 

With kind regards, I am. 

Yours truly, 
Andrew James Edgar — alias "Butts." 




GEORGE WELLS ELY, JR. 

p r 529 W. i86th St., New York City 

b Department of Public Works, New York City 



m Alice R. Francis, Aug. 10, 1907 

G. Wells, 3rd, b Oct. 10, 1908 

Civil Engineer 

New York, Nov. 3, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Writing the story of one's life for publication does not appeal to me 
as much of a diversion but as you have been so insistent and for fear 
you will send some more telegrams "collect" I suppose I will have to 
"Take the Bull by the horns" and get busy. (N.B. "Bull") 

After leaving Princeton I went with the Westinghouse E. & M. Co. 
in their St. Louis office, was there until after the "Pair," in '05 I was 
with the Missouri Pacific R. R. at Little Rock, Ark., on the construc- 
tion of eighteen miles of double track, afterwards at Pine BluiT on 
some improvements; the summer of '06 I left them to become Locating 
Engineer for a promoting company and went into camp in charge of a 
party making the preliminary location of 135 miles of railroad in 
Arkansas and Louisiana. When that was finished I came back East 
accepting a position with the N. Y. N. H. & H. R. R. being located at 



New Haven for the winter of '06-07. April '07 I became Resident 
Engineer for J. G. White & Co. on the construction of a $3,000,000 
hydro-electric plant in Wisconsin. While out there I met "The Only 
One" and joined the ranks of the Benedicts; was out there until the 
contract was finished, January '09, before leaving Ely, Princeton 1930 
arrived. (He has, already, spent one year at Princeton; he forgot to 
register so maybe it will not count towards his degree). The Spring 
of '09 myself and family came to New York, I having a position with 
a Consulting Engineer; his constant advice, etc., that I return to 
Princeton, when he learned that I did not have a degree, was a very 
important factor in my deciding to return. During the summer I was 
in Western Nebraska on an irrigation contract, but as the situation 
was not what had been represented, I left and made arrangements to 
i-eturn to Princeton, taking the family with me. A married man may 
become an undergraduate, I had changed from Academic to '04 "C.E.," 
but left with our class as I missed the June exams on account of sick- 
ness. I had twenty-one hours' conditions, but managed to work them 
off soon after I went back. Some of us can still "come back." As I 
wished more than is given at Princeton I went to Cornell the following 
year being fortunate in getting a scholarship in their Graduate School. 

Returning to New York I became Engineer for the Pitometer Co. 
finishing a contract for them during the summer 'ii. Afterwards ac- 
cepting a Civil Service position with the city in the Department of 
Public Works. Since July have been in the Bronx. Plave also done 
considerable private work, at present am trying to get several capitalists 
interested in forming a construction company. It is no easy matter 
to find somebody willing to part with real money. But I have hopes 
as I realh' have a good proposition. 

"To be continued in our next." 

Yours very truly, 

G. Wells Ely, Jr. 




GUSTAVUS WILLIAM FABER 

p 92 Mercer Ave., Plainfield, N. J. 
r b 300 AV. 49th St., New York City 



Physician 



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Gus says he'll be if he writes a letter. He said that to us per- 
sonally, and then we said — well, the result was there was less chance 
than before. Gus did send a long list of honors and clubs from which 
we cull the Princeton Club of New York, Secretary-Treasurer Gouv- 
eneur Hospital Alumni Association, Assistant Surgeon Gouveneur 
Hospital, Quiz Medical Society, N. Y. County Medical Society, Har- 
lem Tennis Club, etc., etc. 




FREDERICK COLE FAIRBANKS 

p r 217 Oak Lawn Ave., South Pasadena, Calif, 
b 809 L. A. Trust Bldg., Los Angeles, Calif. 

m Helen E. Scott, Oct. 10, 1906 

Charles Warren HI, b Aug. 11, 1908 
Cornelia Scott, b Oct. 10, 1909 

Lawyer 

Los Angeles, Cal., Nov. 22, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

I have been but "an humble toiler in the vineyard" for the past 
decade except on one occasion when I sought the high distinction of 
bringing away the Long Distance Cup. You know the history of that 
unsuccessful effort — how after a hot contest I was beaten by the narrow 
margin of about five thousand miles. 

This defeat was a keen disappointment both to myself and distin- 
guished counsel Nig Couch of West A^irginia. 

Have frequently considered the advisability of removing several 
thousand miles to the west in order to be in a position to make a 
more successful fight at the next trial for the Cup. Especially do I 
feel this way about the first of every month. 

However as I have thus far been able to show a little more speed 
than the sheriff and as I am at this writing several bounds ahead of that 
fearsome personage, I shall probably stand pat for the present at least. 

No Californian's letter is properly concluded without emphasizing the 
"See California first idea." 

There was a California man who returned to the east to a funeral 



and at the funeral was asked to say a word in recollection of the 
deceased. He pondered for a moment after getting on his feet and 
then allowed that he did not know much about the deceased but he 
would like to say a few words in favor of California ! 

The Californian's taste is open to question but there is no doubt of his 
desire to help people to attain real happiness. 

I am prompted by some what of the same spirit of charity when I 
invite all the class to come out to see us and I assure them of a welcome 
with the keys to the city attached. With best wishes and greetings to all 
the class, 

Sincerely yours, 

Frederick C. Fairb/Vnks. 

GEORGE FERNALD 

Denver, Col., Dec. 23, 1913. 
My dear Darrow : 

I am just in receipt of your letter of the 17th inst. in which you ask 
for further information concerning George Fernald. The address which 
he gave me when I saw him in San Diego was the Stewart Flotel, San 
Francisco, Cal., but whether this address would now reach him, I am 
unable to say. 

At the time I saw him in San Diego he was not engaged in business 
of any kind, nor was he married up to that time. I think it was about 
the first of April when I saw him in San Diego the first time and later 
again saw him in San Diego the latter part of May. He had spent a 
year or two in Honolulu, but just what he was doing, I cannot say. 

L am sending him a letter requesting that he write you — addressing 
my letter to the Stewart Hotel, San Francisco, Cal., and trust you will 
be able to get some further information from him direct. 

With kindest regards, I am, 

Yours very truly, 

Lawrence Sullenberger. 




JOSEPH CONROW FIELD 

p r 432 Central Ave., Orange, N. J. 
b 463 West St., New York City 



m Katherine Bowers Aj'res, May 30, 1908 
Ruth Ayres, b Aug. 24, 1910 

Telephone Engineer with Western Electric Co., New York City 

Orange, N. J., Dec. 15, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

In accordance with your many recjuests I am sending by separate 
mail the latest photo that I have of myself and a very recent one of 
my daughter Ruth. 

Since leaving college I have been with the Western Electric Co., in the 
telephone game. I have spent most of this time in developing a system 
and apparatus for use in despatching trains by telephone rather than 
by telegraph which has been used exclusively up to the last few years. 
The work has been very interesting. Whenever you go in a telegraph 
station and see the train orders being given and received by the tele- 
phone you may know that I had a big hand in the development of same. 

I have been in Princeton a few times lately but not long enough to 
look you up. 

With best wishes for the prosperity and happiness of every one in 
the class and kind regards to yourself. 

Very truly yours, 

Jos. C. Field. 




JOHN CLARK FINNEY 

p Churchville, Md. 

r 4010 Penhurst Ave., Baltimore, Aid. 

b Dalrymple and Winfield Aves., Forest Park, Baltimore, Md. 

Pastor Forest Park Presbyterian Church 

Forest Park, Baltimore, Aug. 8, 191 3. 
My dear Classmates ; 

It was undoubtedly The Greatest Reunion! and The Tin HoRisr 
blew a mighty blast! (May its echoes never cease to reverberate.) 

There was one feature of the Reunion, however, of which I did not 
approve— and that was "the Keg." I trust that next time we will be 



old enough and wise enough to leave it out. At any rate, I would like 
to be registered as opposed to it, and I take this opportunity to explain 
why hereafter I shall not support any Reunion platform which has 
"the Keg" for a plank. 

Nominally I am a minister of "whatsoever things are of good report" 
and I can not afford to be so glaringly inconsistent for I believe in my 
job. By the way, I have a great job, — the greatest job there is — the 
Christian ministry ; and the best proposition I know is that )'0u will 
all join with me in the triumphant work of Christ. 

That's my sermon. 

If an}r of you want to "get religion," you will find a hearty welcome 
at the Forest Park Presbyterian Church of Baltimore. I have been 
pastor there since its organization in 1907. 

I am a great preacher, but my talent is still (as it has ever been) 
insufficiently recognized. I am also a great tennis player, though I 
have never won a championship. I am still a Democrat, and remember 
now with some pride, that I joined in the minority P-rade in a day 
when Democracy was not so royal as it is now. 

The very difficult confession that I must make is that I belong to 
that cussedly hard-looking and bad-feeling class of men — bald-headed 
bachelors. 

It is sad to be so righteous and yet so unfortunate, isn't it? — or 
don't you know ? 

Sincerely yours, 

John Clark Finney. 




JOHN ALBERT FORNEY 

p r 302 Convent Ave., cor. 142nd St., New York City 
b Catlin & Co., 347 Broadway, New York City 

m Anna Mudie McGregor, June 17, igo6 
John A., Jr., b Nov. 29, 1907 



Traveling Salesman with Catlin & Co., Commission Merchants 
of Cotton Piece Goods 



New York, Oct. 29, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Enclosed you will find a sealed envelope addressed to your private 
secretary, Miss Mae Belle Kelleher. Please see that she receives it 
unopened as it is a little personal business matter of no special interest 
to anyone else that I am writing her about and I trust you will take 
no offense at my presumption in writing her or feel offended in 
knowing that you are not receiving all the letters from your classmates. 
"Hourd" Ameli gave me ]Miss Mae Belle's address down at Asbury 
Park last summer but somehow I lost it. Pie was going to employ 
her services permanently to sell tickets at the "Merry-go-Round" and 
"Flea Circus" down there. 

Now Whitney, as for myself, I was never strong on that autobiogra- 
phy stuff so if you want to know the details of my life since 1903, I 
refer you to our quinquennial record which you can read and then add 
to it that I have done nothing startling since then and am still at the 
same old stand at 347 Broadway, earning enough to buy the baby 
new shoes and roller skates for he is some boy now almost six years old. 
As I stop to think there have been a few times that I have gotten 
away from the steady grind. Among them I journeyed to Washington, 
D. C., for over March the 3rd and 4th and helped Woodrow's First 
Born to inaugurate him president of U. S. This was some occasion 
and next to our Decennial Reunion last June stands out in my memory 
as one of the most enio)'able times I have had since the old days when 
we had our keg parties to celebrate anybody's birthday. 

That Decennial Reunion, I shall never forget it. There was some- 
thing so fascinating about the tent and even when night came we found 
ourselves huddled in small groups in the house telling experiences and 
listening to stories. It was hard to break away from the old town. I 
tried to be the last to leave but, as I recall it, about the following Wed- 
nesday when I thought all had left town I wandered into the Nassau 
Club and there holding a post-mortem on the reunion sat gathered 
once more beneath the rafters of the back porch and around the old 
oak table such faithful "bhistis" as "Dubb" Chamberlin, "Alec" Stobo, 
"Chappie" Barron and one Whitney Darrow. I joined this everlasting 
assembly and helped lower the curtain on this most memorable of all 
occasions. 

The funniest thing I saw at the Reunion was on the day of the 
"Peerade" and ball game. Just as we were all leaving headquarters 
to have our class picture taken on the steps of "Old North" who came 
running up the street from the train but "Spike" Warbeke with 
several suitcases and in a great rush to join the '03 procession. Poor 
old "Spike" was all out of breath and excitedly asking, "Where can I 
get my uniform, where will I dress, where do I go?" Everybody 
wanted to help "Spike" in his excitement and tardiness so they ap- 
pointed me his custodian to show him where to go and to see that he 
got his uniform on. The only uniform around the dressing room 
seemed to belong to "Lit" Sterrett so you can imagine what a plight 
poor "Spike" was in. After several unsuccessful attempts to get into 
these clothes we found "Spike's" uniform which he hurriedly put on 
and with gun in hand we galloped down Nassau St., as if making a 
"Charge of the Light Brigade" only to find that the "Minute Men of 
1776" were then making their retreat from the steps of "Old North." 
The picture was lost to us forever, and poor old "Spike's" heart was 

nearly broken. 

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Following on the heels of our Reunion a goodly bunch of '03 cohorts 
gathered in New York and tarried in our midst for about a week. 
Among them we had "Rube" Lake and "Bill" Donald. It was hard 
for them to break away from the east but when they did they were still 
inseparable and finally found themselves headed for Bill's ranch in 
JNIontana where "Rube" spent the entire summer cow punching and 
coaching "Bill" in the art of becoming a benedict. 

In case "Bill" doesn't revise his statistics to you Whitney, I want to 
inform you that "Rube" brought him east about three weeks ago and 
saw to it that "Bill" kept his promise and got married. This happened 
in New York City on Oct. 15, 1913, and since then the "Rube" has been 
celebrating the event. It was only this Monda)' the 27th that we 
gave "Rube" a fitting send pfl: and shipped him on a fast freight for 
Chicago where he expects to help Mr. and Mrs. Bill Donald complete 
their honeymoon in his home town. 

Like "Rube," I have but one regret and that is, that life can not be 
made up of one continuous reunion of the Class of 1903. 

With best wishes for success to you and the class, I am. 
Faithfully yours. 

Jack Forney. 




RALPH KAY FORSYTHE 

prb 41 Pearl St., Kingston, N. Y. 



Farmer 

Kingston, N. Y., Oct. 18, 1913. 
Dear Classmate: 

I think it was in June, 1901, that I emerged from the Jungle. Since 
that time I have attended other institutions of learning and seen many 
universities. But Princeton, to my mind, is the peer of all in its own 
sphere. 

I spent two very intersting years "over sea" 1906-1908. Since my 
arrival from foreign parts, I have straightened the tangle of home 
possessions, and am superintending the work of a farm of some four 
hundred acres. In passing let me say that our apples are good and open 
to the markets of the world. 



I am striving to keep young too, and hope to revisit "Old Nassau" 
before many years have sped. 

A'^ery sincerely, 

R. K. FORSYTIIE. 




SHELDON FRANKLIN 

p r 74 Prospect St., East Orange, N. J. 
b 71 Wall St., New York City 

m Mary Indiana Scott, June 28, 1905 

WilHam Morris 2d, b March 14, 191 1 

Lawyer 




MCINTYRE FRASER 

p r 303 So. Melcher St., Johnstown, N. Y. 
b 1 10 West Main St., Johnstown, N. Y. 

m Katherine Stewart Argersinger, Jan. 30, 1907 
Mclntyre, Jr., b Jan. 29, 1909 

Lawyer. Member firm Getman & Fraser 
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Johnstown, N. Y., Sept. 27, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

There is very little that I can write about myself and what I have 
done during the past ten years that will be of more than passing 
interest. 

In the fall of 1903 I took up the study of law and in January, 1904, 
entered the Albany Law School, which is a part of Union University. 
Having completed the law course in June, 1905, and having been admit- 
ted to practice in the fall of that year, I started to practice my pro- 
fession at Johnstown, New York, my home town, associating inyself 
with Anson Getman, under the firm name of Getman & Fraser, and I 
am still lawing it under this arrangeinent. 

Up to this time I have succeeded in keeping out of politics but this 
fall have become a candidate for Surrogate of this county on the 
Democratic and Progressive tickets. In the event of my election, I 
assure you I will give particular care to the probate of the wills of any 
of the class who may choose to die in this immediate locality. 

The reunion last June was a wonder from any angle from which it 
may be viewed. Let us have some sort of get-to-together every June. 
After the experience at Princeton last June, I am firmly convinced that 
an annual pilgrimage to Princeton is one of the best investments that 
can be made. Let us also continue the Tin Horn. It is a "tie 
that binds." 

With best wishes for the continued success of each member of the 
class in his particular career and with kindest regards to yourself 
personally, I am as ever. 

Most sincerely yours, 

JMcIntyre Fraser. 



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KARL TELFORD FREDERICK 

r 141 East 44th St., New York City 
b 49 Wall St., New York City 

Lawyer 

Freddy is a private in ist Squadron, Troop G., 1st Regiment Cavalry 
N. G. N. Y. He is a member of the New York Bar Association and 
the Harvard Club. He is the author of "Recall of Judicial Decisions" 
which appeared in the Atlantic Monthly, July, 1912. 

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HALSTEAD GURNEE FREEMAN 

p r 234 E. Huron St., Chicago, 111. 
b 234 So. La Salle St., Chicago, 111. 

Banker. With Wm. A. Read & Co. 

Chicago, Oct. 28, 1913. 
Dear Whit : 

Your lettergram did the trick and made me realize that if I am 
to cut down the high cost of living I must at least send you a few 
lines and thus escape the penalty of lettergrams at 50 cents per. 

When cast adrift with the other '03s to look for a job, I could not 
decide definitely at once for a few months who would have the 
privilege of paying me for something that I really enjoyed working 
at. I drifted around as a day laborer, office boy, shipping clerk, etc., 
and finally settled down for a year and a half with a wholesale book 
and stationery firm where I went through all the grades from dusting 
books to assistant credit man with some twenty thousand accounts 
under my eye. 

Then some one suggested that selling bonds was a good way of 
getting along and I started with the Chicago office of Wm. A. Read & 
Co., in 1905. I have been with them ever since and for the past few 
years have been sales manager of the Chicago office. 

In my occasional trips out of town I manage to see a good many 
Princetonians and fortunately I go East on business two or three times 
a year and usually spend a day or so at Princeton. I have taken in 
the last four regular reunions and will surely take in all the others 
from now on and hope to be there on ofif years as well. 

Several 1903 men are pretty regular visitors to Chicago and John 
Armstrong, Casey Paul and Robbie always look in on me. I hope 
any others who may come through this city will do likewise and 
delight my heart. 

Greetings and good luck to you, Whitney, and to all the class. 
Yours very sincerely, 

H. G. Freeman. 



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JOHN FROST 

p b Frost National Bank, San Antonio, Texas 
r 650 Soledad St., San Antonio, Texas 

Banker 




ALEXANDER GALT 

p r 63 A/'andeventer PL, St. Louis, Mo. 
Id ioio Chemical Bldg., St. Louis, Mo. 

President St. Louis Sales Co., engaged in selling architectural 
and engineering materials 



St. Louis, Mo., Nov. 22, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

There is not a blooming thing to write about myself that would 
interest the class, and yet be fit to print. I am not married, and strange 
to say have no children, and that is the reason that my children's 
mother's father did not go to Princeton and accounts for one-half the 



blank spaces on that census sheet you were so insistent that I send you. 
That last telegram you you sent cost me half a buck. Thank the Lord I 
don't live in Australia. 

For the last six or seven years I have been selling building materials 
and specialties, representing factories located in that portion of the 
United States outside of St. Louis. Down at the St. Louis Sales 
Company they call me "President," but that's mostly blufif. 

We had a good meeting of our Princeton Club the other night 
with 1903 out in force. Tom McPheeters, Pooch Prewitt, Erastus 
Wells, Breck Long, Schweikert and I made an even half dozen, and if 
Bob Burkham had not been to another Old Nassau Reunion some years 
before his wife would have let him out, and we would have had a full 
meeting. Phil Lantz and Ward Chamberlin dropped in later in the 
evening. They were in St. Louis for Phil's wedding the next day, 
and our little 1903 Reunion broke up with all extending the glad hand 
to Phil. For the good of us poor souls out here on the frontier, the 
case of Ward Chamberlin is the trouble with too many of our class. 
Pie had an idea that it was all prairies west of Pittsburgh, and, 
being afraid the Indians might get him, arranged to arrive on Friday 
and leave Saturday. In a moment of confidence, he informed us that 
he simply had to get back to New York to try a very important case 
in the police court, as both his partners were "out west" — one in Harris- 
burg and the other in Buffalo. 

It nearly broke my heart when I was in Princeton last May to 
think that I could not stay over for the Big Reunion. It is worth a 
whole lot to those of us who live so far away from Princeton to again 
stretch our legs on the campus and to meet the same old fellows in the 
same old way — a little older in years — a little older in appearance, but 
not a day older in our hearts. 

Here's one to the class, expressing my regret at missing them last 
June, and wishing each one of them unlimited success and the best 
that the world produces ; here's to you, 1903. 

Alexander Galt. 




CLARENCE ARTHUR GARBRICK 

p r 5443 Spruce St., Philadelphia, Pa. 

b Central Pligh School, Broad & Green Sts., Philadelphia, Pa. 

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m Delia Marie Lynne, Aug. 21, 1907 

Teacher Department of Mathematics, Central High School, 
Philadelphia 

Philadelphia, Aug. 6, 1913. 
My dear Darrow : 

How can any of us 1903 men be so indifferent to your appeal after 
having been treated like "Kings" at our Decennial? I for one want to 
thank you again together with the rest of the Committee for Good Old 
Home Week. I felt as though grand old '03 was closer after ten 
years' wandering through the wilderness than they were in dear old 
Princeton. 

Since graduation I have been striving to contribute my little mite to 
the world's progress. Choosing teaching for my profession, I have in 
reality come very close to many thousands of young men and have 
given them stimuli to lead stronger and cleaner lives in the world's 
struggle; in many cases I have gotten them to be college men who in 
all likelihood would have simply held down clerkships or some other 
milder form of mental exertion. I am happy in my choice of life's 
work, and although none of us ever expect to become burdensome rich, 
yet we manage to live and enjoy. 

Wishing you and all of the other '03 men the happiest and most 
successful life, I am, 

"Plere's to you," 

Clarence A. Garbrick. 




LELAND BEEKMAN GARRETSON 

p r Morristown, N. J. 

b 54 Wall St., New York City 

Lawyer with Joline, Larkin & Rathbone 

New York, July 31, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

I have your modest recjuest for all the news that is fit to print about 
me by myself. 



I have filled out the dope sheet and as I look the returns over and 
note a few of the things that seem to be possible to obtain during the 
first ten years out of college, and realize that I have not aspired to matri- 
mony, and have attained neither academic positions, ecclesiastical ap- 
pointments, elective, federal or civic appointments, military or naval 
service, election to learned societies or other public honors, it seems to 
me I must have been pretty nearly a dead citizen. 

The plain truth of the matter is that after two years and one term 
at the Columbia Law School, which I left because I had stumbled 
through my New York State Bar Examinations at the end of my 
second year, and had a chance to get a good position with Philbin Beek- 
man and Menken, 52 William St., New York City, which I thought 
better not to let go by. I stayed with them until July 15, 1907, when I 
came to Joline, Larkin & Rathbone, with whom I have been ever since, 
for the first three years as managing clerk and for the last three as a 
sort of general attorney around the shop. 

There has been plenty of work connected with this little matter of 
the struggle for the top of the ladder here at the New York bar which 
boasts 10,000 members in Manhattan Island alone, and while I have 
not been indicted nor have I turned any courts upside down with any 
great burst of oratory or learning, I have been charged with being a 
corporation lawyer which from the way things now look promises to be 
a role of some excitement 'ere long. 

But it has not all been stupid for the simple reason that whenever 
I really need a change I take a journey Princeton-wards and come back 
as good as new. 

If you get into the great city come in and see me. Our office has 
quite a touch of Princeton about it, although the other institutions 
of learning also are represented. 

Yours, 

Garry. 




WILLIAM WILSON GEPHART 

Bellefonte, Pa. 

444 N. 51st Court, Chicago, 111. 

Monroe and Jefferson Sts., Chicago, 111. 



m Gay Weaver, Nov. 15, 191 1 

Mary Elizabeth (adopted) b Feb. 28, 1910 

Manager Traffic and Claim Departments, Chas. G. Stevens 
Co., Chicago 

Chicago, Oct. 27, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

I certainly was disappointed because I was unable to get back last 
June to the Decennial and since hearing the reports of what a grand and 
glorious time you all had at the reunion I have taken a solemn oath 
that if business interferes with my attending any of the future reunions 
I will most assuredly cut out the business. The first few years after 
leaving college I spent at home in the iron business and since then 
have been traveling around learning the many and various sides of the 
steel industries and manufacturing of steel goods with the view to 
branching out for myself in a special line which I intend to do in the 
near future. Give my best to all the fellows also that witty stenogra- 
pher of yours and believe me. 

Sincerely yours, 

Gep. 




CARE H. GETTY 

prb Hoosick Falls, N. Y. 

m Lucy W. Estabrook, June 18, 1902 

Lucy Estabrook, b Aug. 21, 1903 

Bookkeeper W. A. Wood Mowing and Reaping Machine Co. 




ROBERT WILDS GILCHRIST 

p Lebanon, Ohio 

r 99 Orchard Ave., Lebanon, Ohio 

m Edna Tichenor Curry, Oct. 3, 1905 

Katherine Probasco, b July 5, 1906 

Real Estate Business 




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T[il9i3_l? 



DOUGLAS GORMAN 

r 1 126 Calvert St., Baltimore, ]\Id. 

p b 900 Continental Bldg., Baltimore, Md. 

m Shirley Gwendolen Nash, Feb. 10, 1912 
Douglas, Jr., b Nov. 6, 1912 

General Manager Cumberland Coal Co., and Gorman Coal & 
Coke Co. 

Baltimore, Md., Oct. 22, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

There is not much to write you as your statistics get about all the 



information really necessary. I have been back so often and seen so 
many of the fellows that anything I have to tell would probably be 
stale. The men we really want to hear from are the ones who seldom 
get back and I hope you will get good long letters from each one. 
The letters in our triennial book were good but there were not enough 
of them. 

I am sorry I did not get a chance to send you a picture of Douglas, 
Jr., but he has been growing so fast it has been impossible to take a 
picture yet. He is slated for the class of 1933 when all of us will be 
far up near the front in the Alumni parade. I hope we will break 
another record then for attendance. 

With best wishes, 

Sincerely, 

DouGL.As Gorman. 




I 1913 



URI BALCOM GRANNIS 

p University Club, Chicago, 111. 

r 35 East Division St., Chicago, 111. 

b 310 East Huron St., Chicago, 111. 

m Jane Bruner Given, June 22, 1905 

Wm. Chas. Dustin, b Aug. 12, 1908 
Uri Balcom, Jr., b Oct. 18, 1912 

Vice-President and General Manaser The Borland-Grannis Co. 



Chicago, 111., Sept. 23, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Referring to your letter of Sept. 10, I am not dead as you suspected 
— I have merely been frozen stiff in the Northern part of Canada, where 
I went for a much needed rest, occasioned by the heavy mail received 
from New Jersey recently. 

The real reason that the information was not mailed to you promptly 
was that you asked so many questions I became discouraged. I 
started to fill out the blank the minute it was received, and then I got 
into a lot of questions about my grandparents that I couldn't answer, 
so I put it to one side and it never was finished ; also the demands for a 



letter have been ignored because I cannot write a good letter anyhow, 
and I really and truly haven't had time. 

You have all the photographs and the information asked for in the 
blank now, so please let me off on the letter. 

With very best love to Mabelle. 

Yours most hastily, 

Uri. 

Uri thinks he will get more advertising for his electric vehicles if we 
write his letter but we refuse to be an advertising medium except at 
regular rates obtainable at the Tin Horn office. 

As to undergraduate honors and offices he says "this is too embarrass- 
ing for my modest nature to answer" : If it is embarrassing for him, 
you, gentle readers, know what it would mean to us to divulge the 
facts. 

Uri had a rapid rise in the world. He is first heard of as a night 
boy of a stamp mill in Guanajuato, Mexico, or some place resembling 
this. He is next a "cyanide boy" (whatever that is) at the same place. 
We next expect him to appear selling the "Joinal" and "Woild," but no ! 
The record reports him as office boy, and "later, salesman with the Otis 
Elevator Co. No existing company was big enough for Uri Balcom 
then, so he started the Borland-Grannis Co., grasping two or three 
offices for himself. All this sounds like an Horatio Alger tale but it's 
true. At least, Uri says it is. 

For election to learned societies we note his membership in the 
National Geographic Society. All others who have paid $2 will please 
raise their hands. 




HAROLD GREENE 

p r b Forest Service, Williams, Ariz. 

Forest Supervisor on Tusayan National Forest, Ariz. 

Williams, Ariz., Nov. 4, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

"Patience is a plant that grows not in all gardens," but in yours I 
believe it has found a fertile soil. It is really hard for me to understand 
how I could have resisted a response to your eloquent appeals. But 



you see I am always laboring undei- the impression that I am "too 
busy" to-day and am sure I'll have a chance to get things done to-mor- 
row. I honestly did intend writing several weeks ago but held off with 
the foolish idea that I'd soon have the opportunity of getting my picture 
taken. That opportunity seems doomed to remain unborn. So I'll send 
the letter anyway with the hope of following it up with a picture — 
even some old snap shot — which may reach you not too late to get 
in the big book. 

You ask each man for ''the story of his life" — that is rather a hard 
proposition, for it makes some of us realize how much we have really 
failed to accomplish, — that is how far we may have fallen short in 
reaching the goal of what would be generally voted a successful life. 

When I left college I went into bank work, not so much from prefer- 
ence, but principally because it seemed to offer the best opportunity. 
And I spent five years behind the bars — that's how it always seemed to 
me, especially on those balmy spring days we used to get in May and 
June. We all remember those days when the air was deliciously heavy 
with the perfume of blossoms, — and bock beer — I never can forget the 
perfume of those spring blossoms. But the bock beer — Ah, there's a 
sadness — it's almost impossible to get it in this great southwest. There 
have been a number of successful occasions, however, and I might add 
that I made it a point to refresh my memory thoroughly each time. 

But I am wandering from the theme — when a chance to secure an 
appointment in the Forest Service came along I made a wild leap for 
freedom, landing in New Mexico, under appointment as a Forest Guard 
and assigned to work as a Land Examiner to classify and survey 
homestead lands. It was a wonderful change from Wall St. For the 
first year nothing came too wild for me and I took in everything, from 
dances at the Mexican mountain ranches to sight seeing in the towns. 
The first six months I spent camping back in the mountains miles from 
the railroad and raised a beautiful red moustache, to say nothing 
of the crop of "home trimmed" hair — when I returned to Sante Fe I 
was accused of being a pirate, at least in looks, — so reluctantly parted 
with the hirsute adornments. 

Those first six months are most memorable for everything was so 
interesting on account of its very strangeness. Then followed several 
years of work in different National Forests in Arizona and New 
Mexico until I landed here in Williams, Arizona, apparently to settle 
down for a few years at least. In the fall of 1909 I had gained Civil 
Service standing by taking the examination for Forest Ranger and was 
subsequently promoted, becoming Forest Supervisor last April. 

The work here, though presenting very trying situations at times, is 
most interesting. And a man truly becomes a jack of all trades, and I 
expect, a master of none. At any rate he has a chance to lead a good, 
healthful life which greatly tends to offset the sacrificing of Eastern 
luxuries and amusements. In the building of many miles of telephone 
lines (about 70 miles on this Forest), or trails, lookout stations, cabins, 
etc., we find need for a little practical engineering knowledge as well 
as the knowledge of the tradesmen. And in regulating the grazing of 
livestock on the Forest a supervisor has some of his hardest problems. 
The selling of timber and securing its best utilization is an important 
part of the work but gives rise to fewer complications than the grazing 
work. Then the enforcing of land laws as regards homesteads, mining 
claims, or the leasing of land for various purposes gives rise to a great 



volume of business on the National Forests. So man)' Eastern people 
I meet at Grand Canyon have such a vague conception of Forest Service 
work. They say, "Oh, yes, you put out forest fires, don't you — and 
how lovely it must be just to ride around the country all the time!" It 
certainly would be "great graft" if that were the case. 

Well, Whitney, you failed to set any maximum on the number of 
words to be allowed in these letters and Fm afraid Fve dealt very 
recklessly with the space to be allotted. You see I couldn't get rid of any 
"talk-fest" last spring when you fellows all got together at the big 
reunion. And that almost broke my heart, — not because I couldn't talk, 
but because I had to miss a chance to see so many good old faces 
again. But it couldn't be helped. 

And here's my regards to all the "Naughty Threes," — everyone, with 
an old time locomotive for Princeton, the only Alma Alater in the 
country. 

As ever, faithfully your classmate, 

Harold Greene. 

P. S. — One important subject almost slipped my mind, — matrimony. 
I just want to say that those fellows who have seven or eight children 
need not be so darned proud, Fm- only thirty-three and still good 
looking (? !). H. G. 

Note. — Dutch Welch wrote us February 9th, that Harold announced 
his engagement in December. 




LE GRAND CANNON GRISWOLD 

p r 23 W. 48th St., New York City 
b 71 Broadway, Ne>v York City 

m Esther Tane, June 10, 1907 

LeGrand Cannon, Jr., b June 12, ic 

Stockbroker 



New York, Nov. 4, 1913. 
My dear Darrow : 
Your wire received asking for the history of my life. I never received 

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a list of questions to be answered so I don't know just what you want, 
so I am sending as much as I can think of and what you don't want 
cut out. 

Born December i8, 1879. Married. On leaving college I went into 
the Knickerbocker Trust Co., New York, where I remained about one 
year ; I then went as a bond salesman to Kinnicut & Potter and when 
that firm dissolved, with Potter, Choate & Prentice in the same capacity. 
In December, 1906, I bought a seat on the New York Stock Exchange 
and engaged in a two dollar business. On June 10, 1907, I married Miss 
Esther Tane and shortly afterward left with my wife for a motor car 
trip abroad. On June 12, 1908, my son was born. In November, 191 1, 
I formed a stock brokerage firm under the name of Bayer, Griswold 
& Co. In April, 1913, I dissolved my firm, retaining my seat on the 
Stock Exchange, however, and am still engaged in the brokerage 
business. I have served five years in the National Guard of New York 
State and received my full and honorable discharge in April, 1913. Held 
a commission as Second Lieutenant 12th Regiment N. G. N. Y., pro- 
moted to First Lieutenant same organization and Second Lieutenant 
First Regiment Field Artillery N. G. N. Y. 
Yours truly, 

LeGrand Griswold. 




ALBERT GROSS 

p r b Princeton, N. J. 

Tutor. Director College Summer School 




HUBERT VIVIAN GUILE 

p rb 200 W. 86th St., Xew York City 

Physician 

New York City. 
Dear Whitney : 

I would gladly be excused from this task of talking about myself 
for I have but little to tell you. Your last letter to me was so stern and 
imperious that truly I was afraid to tarry longer. 

After leaving Princeton I went to the small but attractive village 
of New York situated upon the bank of the Hudson about fifteen miles 
south of Tarrytown. Here I took up the study of Medicine and at the 
end of six years I found myself the proud but poor possesser of two 
more diplomas, or receipts, as some worthy member of our illustrious 
class used to call them. Now I would like you to know that the skin 
is the least nourishing part of the sheep. As a result for the last 
three years I have been in active pursuit of the furtive dollar — a 
pastime that reminds me very much of trying to catch a straw hat on 
a windy day. 

With kindest remembrances to all the fellows, 
Yours sincerely, 

Bert Guile. 



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OTTO ANTHONY HACK 

p Vincennes, Ind. 

1- 345 West 70th St., New York City 

b 165 Broadway, New York City 

m Clara M. Fendrich, Oct. 10, 1908 

Eugene Rolland, b Oct. 25, 1909 
David Fendrich, b Oct. i, 191 1 

Lawyer. Member firm Taylor, Knowles & Hack 

New York, Sept. 4, .1913. 
Dear Whit : 

You have asked me to write you a letter giving the history and story 
of my life and my experiences since graduating. Why do you ask for 
that, when the statistic blank which you ask me to fill in and return to 
you contains not only all that information, but all the main facts and 
fancies of my family's history, and Mrs. Hack's family history, past, 
present and future as well ? Say, Whitney, are you soliciting insurance ? 
n so, I have got all that I can handle, but in order to get rid of you and 
your pestilent though interesting bulletins, and your dear, but phony. 
Miss Kelleher, I will endeavor to comply in some way with your 
request. 

Outside of the information contained in the statistic blank, what is 
there in a struggling young attorney's life to interest the Class in gen- 
eral? In fact so many of the fellows are in that chosen profession that 
they already know what it means to pass through that depressing 
embryo journey which all must travel to become a full fledged lawyer. 
However, as all do not know what we are up against here in this city, 
where all kinds, natures and descriptions of nationalities essay to 
practice law in as many different kinds and peculiar ways, the follow- 
ing bit of legal tactics, which recently came to my atjtention, may or 
may not be of interest. 

An acquaintance while walking down the Bowery noticed, displayed 
in one of the shop windows, an apparently old mahogany sideboard, 
and being interested in antiques could not resist the temptation of 
examining the same closely, and out of curiosity, inquiring of the 



two men in charge of the place, the price thereof. Nothing more 
was said or done as he had no intention of buying. That night he 
casually mentioned to his wife the fact that he had that day seen a 
beautiful antique sideboard and had admireji it very much. The 
incident was then dismissed from his mind. The next night, however, 
upon his return home he was surprised to find installed in his dining 
room the identical sideboard he had seen the day before. His wife 
explained that two men had delivered it during the day, saying that 
they had done so at the request of her husband, and she thinking, of 
course, that he had bought it for her as a pleasant surprise, received 
and receipted for it in his name. The paper she signed turned out to 
be an agreement purchasing the same. An offer to return was refused, 
and thereafter suit was brought in the Municipal Court in one of the 
lower East Side districts for several hundred dollars, the purchase 
price. Acting advisedly the defendant retained an attorney, living and 
practicing in the district where the action was brought, thinking that his 
intimate knowledge of the neighborhood and the tricks of some of its 
inhabitants would be of material aid to him in defending the suit. 
He 'heard nothing further about the case until some time after when 
he was advised by his attorney that judgment had been rendered in his 
favor. It seems that the attorney realized the difficulty in getting 
around the agreement signed by his client's wife. He knew the 
plaintiff and his witnesses were prepared to lie like hell, so he put 
three witnesses on the stand for the defendant who swore that they were 
in the employ of the defendant and present when the sideboard was 
delivered ; that they saw defendant's wife pay cash for it at the time. 
Such is law as it is sometimes practiced in New York. Can you beat it? 
You should advise the shining legal lights of the Class to take note but 
please don't connect me in any way with such tactics. The principles 
I had instilled into me along with the "lionor System" at Princeton 
would not permit me to go to such lengths in practicing the otherwise 
noble profession of the law. 

But speaking of the Princeton "Honor System," here is a compli- 
ment accorded it while I was studying in the New York Law School. 
It was examination time and one of the Princeton men could not be 
present and take the Exams with the rest of the class at the time 
appointed. The Dean, upon learning he was a Princeton man, invoked 
the "Plonor System" ancl permitted him to take the examination ques- 
tions home with him and send in his answers at his convenience. 

Well, Whitney, if you don't like the above drool relegate it to the 
waste paper basket. I hope at least it will serve to throw you and 
your accomplice. Miss Kelleher, off my track. I will send you a picture 
of the family and the dog very soon. 

Very truly yours, 

Otto A. Hack. 




GEORGE BATCHELLER HALL 

p b 908 Lowman Bldg., Seattle, Wash, 
r Muskingum, Wash. 

m. Helen Martin Todd, April 21, 1909 

Assistant Manager Admiralty Trading Co., salesman of canned 
goods in Alaska 



Seattle, Wash., Sept. 19, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

I did not have the nerve or the ability to write you a letter, covering 
the past ten years of my life, not that said history is "horrid," but 
simply that it reads like a novel. I know of no one who has had a better 
time or whose experience has been more varied, but my ability to put it 
on paper is NIL. 

I am anxious to see the book, possibly I am more anxious than my 
apparent lack of class spirit would indicate. 

Hastily, but cordially yours, 

Geo. B. Hall. 



GILMOR SEMMES HAMILL, JR. 
p 1- b Oakland, Md. 

m Emily Gushing, Nov. 19, 1902 

James Fairfax, b July 3, 1904 
Gilmor Semmes, 3rd, b May 18, 1909 
Edwin Gushing, b April 30, 191 1 
Virginia Elizabeth, b June 19, 1913 




STUART FAIRFAX HAMILL 

p Oakland, Md. 

r Alder Street Extended, Oakland, Md. 

b Garrett National Bank Bldg., Oakland, Md. 

m Gladys Romaine Rose, Nov. 16, 1912 
Glara Bell, b Aug. 28, 1913 

Lawyer 

Oakland, Md., Nov. 25, 1913. 
My dear Mr. Darrow : 

In answer to your favor of the 20th inst., beg to state that I will 
forward you my own picture and that of my little girl, not later than 
Monday morning, which I hope will be in time. I wish also you would 
let me know just what kind of a letter you wish me to write, and to 
whom directed, to you or to classmates. Give me some idea of what 
the other letters are like, and I will take a little time ofif upon receipt of 
your letter, write the letter,* and enclose the pictures. 

I have just had one taken of myself and that of my daughter, but if 
it is too late, please advise me anyhow. 
With best wishes, I remain. 

Yours very truly, 

Stuart F. Hamill. 

*We have waited two months, Mr. Hamill ! 




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LiJ l 1903^ J ^ 

J. A. M. HAMILTON 




WILLIAM PORTER HAMILTON 

r 380 Riverside Drive, New York City 
b SI Wall St., New York City 

Banker with Clark, Dodge & Co. 

New York, Nov. 7, 191 3. 
Dear Whitney : 

What sort of letter do you tihink you want? What is there left to 
say? As well as recollections and regard for the Postal Laws permit- 
ted, I answered the questions contained in that typographical Third 
Degree you sent out sometime ago. It seemed to me that that cate- 
chism of yours covered every conceivable interrogation point from the 
color of a man's newest necktie to the cause of his last twinge of 
conscience. Where did you dig up all that cross-examination, are-you- 
guilty-yovi-know-you-are. Grand Jury stuff anyway, Whitney? It 



makes the new Income Tax regulations look like the casual inquiries 
of a chance acquaintance, b}' comparison. 

You said you wanted a picture of me, but I don't believe you want it 
any longer. You see I ran into Ward Chamberlin the other night, just 
after he had been having his picture taken at one of those all-night 
photograph galleries on Broadway, where they take your picture seated 
in an automobile without extra charge. And now that you've got a 
work of art like that, anything I could send you wouldn't be worth 
while. 

Sincerely yours. 

Bill Hamilton. 




LOT MORRILL HAMLIN 

p b 2587 East Grand Blvd., Detroit, Mich, 
r 197 Parker Ave., Detroit, Mich. 

m Clarissa Kittredge, Oct. 26, 191 1 

Lot Morrill, Jr., b Jan. 25, 1913 

Treasurer ]\IcCord Manufacturino- Co. 



Detroit, Nov. 12, 1913. 
Dear Sir: 

I am sorry you had to go after me so hard to get a reply to your 
various communications, but the press of business has been such that I 
had no time for anything else. I am not much on writing letters and 
I think you will have to excuse me from that part. 

The reunion was an inspiration, and I hope to be at every succeeding 
one. It is worth going many thousand miles to get back into the old 
spirit of things even for a short time. 
With personal regards, 

Yours faithfully. 

Lot M. Hamlik. 




JOHN HENRY HANKINSON 

pb Broad Street Bank Bklg., Trenton, N. J. 
r Lawrenceville, N. J. 

m Marjorie Douglas Frost, Feb, 27, 191 1 
Margaret, March 9, 1913 

Agricultural Demonstration Work 

Trenton, N. J., Oct. 4, 1913. 
Dear Classmates : 

My ten years in the "wide" world have seen me married, the father 
of a six months' old daughter and have made me a farmer. I am, now, 
agricultural agent in Mercer County employed jointly by the United 
States Department of Agriculture and the New Jersey State Agricul- 
tural Experiment Station. It is a great pleasure to work in the county 
in which Princeton is located. We are living at Lawrenceville not so 
far from one of the school buildings which is in charge of Percy 
Colwell. His presence makes me remember those stirring sessions 
of the sixth division in Greek. 

My office is with the Chamber of Commerce, Broad Street Bank 
Building, Trenton. Being engaged in the field most of the time, I 
have no regular hours in the office except Saturday mornings. I will 
be glad to see any of you at that or any other time. There is always 
some one on hand to tell you my whereaboutls. 

Of the members of 1903 who have crossed my course since the 
reunion — Pearson has an office in the same building. When the 
farmers call on me for legal advice I go to him. Charlie Imbrie drops 
in once in a while from Philadelphia on his routes selling accounting 
machines. I just heard a few days ago that Ben Messier while on a 
vacation in Maine had broken his leg but was now well on the road to 
recovery at his home in Montclair. One can't live in Trenton long with- 
out seeing Dick Wilson and Dr. Newell. So I must add them to the 
Hst. 

Your classmate, 

John H. Hankinson. 



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JOHN W. HARBISON 

p r Rosslyn Farms, Carnegie, Pa. 
b Carnegie Bldg., Pittsburgh, Pa. 

m Olive G. Bowman, Oct. 17, 1907 

John W., Jr., b Sept. 13, 1909 
Jane Lowrie, b Feb. 2, 1913 

With Carnesfie Steel Co. 




HENRY FRAZER HARRIS 

p r b Chestnut Hill, Philadelphia, Pa. 

m Virginia Blair Johnston, Dec. 9, 1903 
Anna Blair, b Sept. 6, 1905 
Henry Frazer, Jr., b July 29, 1907 
Ross Johnston, b Aug. 20, 1910 



Farmer 

Philadelphia, Pa., Dec. 10, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Owing to pressure of business you will have to excuse my not 
writing you a letter for the book. In addition to my duties at the farm 
I am one of the Township Commissioners and just to show how busy 
I am, I had to drive to the county seat yesterday with some important 
papers. Next week I have to go to my tailor's in New York and will 
try and stop over and see you. 

I have all the latest office devices to assist me in my work but these 
are not suificient. There are several new ones coming out which I 
will immediately secure and I look for a great lessening of my work. 
A desk device designed to pick letters of? the desk and insert them, 
in the hand opened and ready for reading, will be of great assistance. 
This little machine is cased in leather and bears the owner's monogram 
in gold letters. 

The fellows will soon hear of the reunion plans on which we are 

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working. We expect to have a reunion each June leading up to 1918 
when we are sure 1903 will out-1903-1903. 

With kindest regards to all the men, believe me, Sir, 
Yours faithfully, 

H. Frazer Harris. 

Dictated by telephone but not signed. 

FRANK G. HASSELMAN 

3445 Central Ave., Indianapolis, Ind. 

Mail sent to the above address is not returned but no direct answer 
has been received in several years. 




EDGAR HERBERT HAVENS 

p Toms River, N. J. 

r 21 Central Ave., Cheltenham, Pa. 

b 17th and Filbert Sts., Philadelphia, Pa. 

m Charlotte Helena Ford, April 17, 1907 

Managing Editor, The Telephone Nezvs 

Cheltenham, Pa., Sept. 24, 1913. 
Dear Fellows : 

Ten years in one way seem long but in another, a very brief time. 
Whitney will back me up when I say that a publication man finds the 
time always flying and one issue date following another in provokingly 
short order. 

Practically since graduation, my efforts have been devoted to 
scratching a little sand in one corner of the Bell System. I entered the 
employ of the Philadelphia group of Bell Companies in November, 1903, 
and have been in the Commercial (business-getting) department con- 
tinuously. From December, 1905, advertising work has kept me busy, 
mainly in the editing of The Telephone News (first a weekly, now a 
semi-monthly house organ) published for the Company's_ employees. 
The territory covers Pennsylvania and parts of four adjoining states. 

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Like the Tin Horn, our publication accepts no advertising and lias no 
subscription price except to outsiders but unlike that famous periodical, 
it has a very definite publication date. Somewhere in our territory 
there are nearly 13,000 employees all of whom get the paper and have 
natural objections to being misquoted or to having their names mis- 
spelled or positions misstated. So much for shop talk. 

In June, 1905, I was in a Johnson trolley, head-on collision between 
Lawrenceville and Princeton and escaped with a cut shin. In 1906, I 
had a seven weeks' siege with typhoid and two years ago — ^July 191 1 — 
I "butted" a Germantown trolley "off the bridge" at 13th and Arch 
Streets and had a two months' vacation with a "single-table" skull 
fracture. The latter might have been serious had there been anything 
to run out but the surgeons could find nothing of importance inside or 
out. All these are mere incidents, but they go to show my hospital 
activities. 

Politically, I have served on a local election board. Who but Dicky 
Wilson has greater aspirations? In a civic way, committee work is 
understood where a town is "so-o sniaw" — as Ragtime Reed used to 
say — "that it almost approaches infinity." 

Princeton friendships are of the kind that are never forgotten. 
Occasionally, I run across certain men and hear oftener from others of 
1903. I can vouch for their continued interest and genuine assistance. 

Leisure time finds me gardening or poultrj'izing with about 50 barred 
rocks or white leghorns. If you haven't tried it, that work is enough to 
occupy the mental and physical energies and to make you forget there is 
such a place as an office. 

Since marriage in 1907, I have lived at Cheltenham, Pa., and have 
belonged to the ever increasing commuters' league. Although eleven 
miles distant from Philadelphia's far-famed excitement and speed, the 
Reading railway gets most of us in and out the same day. 

If any of you have the opportunity to try the speed of Philadelphia's 
tirains, you'll find a plate on for you and to amuse you afterward, a 
1903 scrapbook nearly three inches thick that may recall some of your 
own fun a short while ago. There are also a Pach album and a com- 
plete set of exam papers from entrance to the finals in History of Art 
not omitting Fine's Funn}' Functions and optional tests in General 
Sanitation. 

With sincere sympathy for the publication committee and best 
wishes for all of 1903, I am. 

As ever, 

E. H. FIavens. 



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ARTHUR D. HAYDEN 

p Care Brown Bros. & Co., 59 Wall St., New York City 

Vice and Deputy U. S. Consul at Gibraltar 

We were all immensely pleased to see Arthur at the Decennial. The 
day the reunion opened he telegraphed from San Antonio, Tex., 
"On m}' way. Delayed by wreck. There before curtain drops or bust." 
That was the proper spirit, and he did make it, reaching Princeton 
Monday evening. 

Several very enthusiastic letters were received before Reunion but 
no word has been received from him since, probably owing to his 
traveling. 




CLIFFORD LINDSLEY HAYNES 

p b Pentucket Mills, Lowell, Mass. 
r 68 Florence Ave., Lowell, Mass. 

Sales Manager Pentucket Narrow Fabric Mills 

Lowell, Mass., Aug. 19, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

To write you anything that will be generally interesting to the class 
is some job, as the last ten years have been rather uneventful com- 
paratively, and I have received no decorations from any college presi- 
dent, society or foreign potentate. 

Nor can I relate any cute or witty sayings from the mouths of 
promising offspring, as I am blessed with neither wife nor children. (I 
might add in passing, however, that I have hopes in this direction.) 

On one point I can reassure you, in spite of the tmcertainties that 
existed in the minds of many members of "The Class," — so far I have 
escaped all intimate association with officers of the law. In fact I 
have been a most peaceful and law-abiding citizen (officer, he's raving). 

Fortune has smiled upon me as much as I deserve, and although I 
still use local trolley roads as a means of transportation, sew on a 
button occasionally, and wear advertised brands of shoes, — still you 
never can tell. 

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Owing to a roving disposition, and a lack of stability in my efforts 
to obtain the coveted B.S. you may recall that I left college rather sud- 
denly, in January, 1903. It was the result of a most nefarious plot, 
truly, and I have never quite forgiven Early Bird and "Our Brand 
New Dean" for their tinderhanded methods in this connection. How- 
ever, I "came back" exactly a year later, and in due time was knighted 
"by our own Woodrow. 

A year in business for myself in Trenton followed. Then two years 
in Boston as Eastern representative for a New York house. Then 
Western representative for another house, until two years ago, when 
I came up here, the home of Hoods Sarsaparilla and Ayres Hair Tonic, 
to take charge of the sales department of a Narrow Fabric Mill. As 
we have been very successful, it is probable that I will be here for 
some time to come, and it would be a real event, if some stray 1903 man 
were to wander into town and look me up. We have a nice Country 
Club and I could promise him a good feed, good golf or tennis and 
excellent liquid refreshment. (Tuppy Ashmead and Chap Barron 
kindly note.) 

The spell of that record-breaking reunion still grips me, and it 
has taken its place among the most pleasant experiences of my life. 
How different they looked at first, and yet how natural it all seemed 
after the first day. I only hope it meant as much to the others as it did 
to me and I want you to know that I was mighty glad I entered Prince- 
ton in the fall of '99. 

I have written too much. It would have been much better to let you 
"tell the truth about me," but you are so persistent, Whitney, that it's 
hard to get away from you. 

Ever yours faithfully. 

Shorty. 




ROBERT C. HEDGES 

p r 968 Broad St., Newark, N. J. 
b 341 Fifth Ave., New York City 



Treasurer the Archibald-Klement Co., manufacturing silver- 
smiths 



Newark, N. J. 
Dear Whitney : 

It is with feelings of regret that I answer your earnest appeal for a 
letter as by so doing, I will no longer receive those frequent and inter- 
esting requests from you. Unfortunately I have nothing startling to 
tell. 

My time has been divided between Newark, N. J., and New York, 
Newark being used as a place of rest after the excitement of New York. 
With my best regards to all the members of the best class Princeton 
ever had, I am. 

Yours truly, 

R. C. Hedges. 

S. R. HENCH 

p r 564 St. Marks PL, Brooklyn, N. Y. 

b care Jos. A. Dunn & Co., 25 Broad St., New York City 

Broker with Jos. A. Dunn & Co. 




(WILLIAM) DOUGAL HERR 
pr 31 Cedars Road, Caldwell, N. J. 
b 51 Newark St., Ploboken, N. J. 

m Josephine Fithian Garrison, Aug. 10, 1909 
Geraldine, b June 15, 1910 
Charles, b Oct. 11, 191 1 

Lawyer. Member firm Smith, Mabon & Herr 

Ploboken, N. J., Aug. 28, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Your good letter of the 25th reached me yesterday. I know you 
want a letter for publication, but I have several times vainly tried to 
write one. It seems to me to be an extremely hard thing to do. I 
think my life must be differenti from that of most of the fellows : there 
seems to be nothing in it an account of which could be of any interest 
to them, as a class. I might write a letter that would be of some inter- 
est to the lawyers, or another that would cause the fathers to sit up; 
I might do this if I were writing one of them personally — perhaps I 
might fail if I should address more than one; but to write the class as a 
whole, that I cannot seem to do. 



In order that you may understand clearly the reason, I am going 
to try to show you in this personal letter, the character of my life and 
habits. We live, as you know, in the country. This is for the benefit 
of the children. I have fenced with chicken wire about half an acre 
of ground, shaded well by oaks, which is their place for play. It 
takes me an hour between house and office. I got home every evening 
regularly, arriving there about 6 p. m. 

Very seldom, if ever, do I stay down for an evening in the city. The 
reasons are that JNIrs. lierr would be lonesome if I did, and that 
usually I'm not in the mood to want to take a late, slow train home. 
For the latter reason, Mrs. Herr hai'dly ever gets an evening in town. 

This must sound to you like a very narrow sort of life, but really it 
isn't. In the first place, it's a very healthful, sane sort of existence. 
And then we have many interesting people around us in Caldwell — 
artists, playwrights and all sorts of professional people. And one gets 
a great deal of reading done. 

My business life is of much the same kind. Years ago I decided 
that my best hunch was to cut out all the grand-stand stuff, and all 
side interests, and do nothing but practice law. Perhaps if I had had 
any bent for politics it would have been dififerent. As it is, I have more 
work always before me than I can quite get through, and no time or 
energy any more for anything else but work. 

Not much in that sort of life to interest the other men, is there? I 
don't see the inside of a club once a year, or see (with few exceptions) 
any of the old faces during even greater intervals. Though it has its 
compensations, this kind of thing can only be classed as "plugging'' — 
I am aware of that. And sometime I suppose it will change. As long 
as I am practicing law I presume there'll be no great change in the 
work; but I'm looking forward to living in or nearer to the city as 
soon as the children are old enough. 

Faithfully yours, 

DouGAL Heer. 




RICHARD E. HERRMANN 

p r 519 E. Broad St., Westfield, N. J. 
b 15 Exchange PL, Jersey City, N. J. 

m Anna Marie Aering, Nov, 17, 1908 

Real Estate Business 




CHARLES CONRAD HEWITT 

p r 471 Hamilton Ave., Trenton, N. J. 
b State Normal School, Trenton, N. J. 

Instructor in History of Education and English N. J- State 
Normal School 

Chic was too busy to write a letter. He was also too busy to tie up 
his photograph and mail it. But Old Doctor Newell was placed on the 
job and to him we are indebted for the delivery of the picture. We 
hope the State will give Chic an assistant before the Fifteen Year 
Record is ready. 




PAXTON HIBBEN 

p "Off-Side," Irvington, Indianapolis, Ind. 

r Princeton Club, New York City 

b Forty-second Street Bldg., New York City 

Director Bureau of Education, Progressive National Service 

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Indianapolis, Ind., Nov. 15, 1913. 
Dear Whit : 

It does seem to me that the tine young rogues' gallery I have furnished 
you with, for the Decennial Record, ought to let me out of further 
comment. "Look here, upon this picture, and on this. . . ." Need I say 
more? See ye not in the bearded visage the years spent in Russia? 
The sporty gentleman in the checked coat skulking in the shadow of 
Bill Mixsell is none other than the promoter from Mexico. Do not the 
galways reflect two years in Holland, and cannot he who runs see my 
latest venture in the political field mirrored in the stern Methodist fea- 
tures of the sterling resident of this Hoosier soil? And that elegant 
figure, panama hat in hand, who other than the accomplished diplomat- 
ist, twice decorated by foreign potentates, Fellow of the Royal Geo- 
graphical Society, member of the National Municipal League, the 
American Association of International Law, the Proportional Repre- 
sentation League, Tlie American Political Science Association, the 
Academy of Political and Social Science, the Society of Colonial Wars, 
Director of the Bureau of Education of the Progressive National 
Service — who, I ask you, who else zvould it be? A life's history 
pictured in whiskers ! My dear Whit, you lack the very instincts of 
a Sunday Editor. 

A lawyer who has never practiced law, a writer who seldom writes, 
a diplomatist no longer in the foreign service, a politician who has held 
no office, a poet whose verses will never be published, a devoted hus- 
band as yet unmarried, a potential father with no children, an iconoclast, 
a revolutionary, an idealist, a devout scoffer, a timid and uncertain 
reformer leading the hosts of protest under the very guns of oppression ! 

My dear friend, I have not changed any ! These things I always was. 
Circumstances have merely widened the field of my tilting at windmills. 
Ese no tiene remedia, as the Spanish say. And that is all there is to it. 

But I want to say a very clear word of support of Bill Mixsell's 
suggestion about our memorial fund. A Harvard man said to me the 
other day : "While the LTniversity lacks the money to carry out a dozen 
most valuable works every year, we are running to seed on dormitories." 
If it is true of Harvard, it is doubly true of Princeton. I have no 
patience with this haste that Princeton be built in a day. Why should 
we fill the campus with bricks and mortar at the expense of the minds 
of those who go to Princeton, not merely to live under any one roof 
rather than another, but to learn a vast deal of human and eternal 
things that are not so well taught elsewhere? Who gives a lump sum 
as a memorial to himself or another, gives it much more readily in 
the form of a building. It bears his name. He feels that he is immor- 
talized in it. He can see the concrete accomplishment of a certain 
dream through the mere substantial form of the edifice. 

By giving dormitories, we decrease the appeal to this very type of 
benefactor. Brown, Sage, Little, Blair, Dod, the very graduate college 
itself — these are all of that class of benefaction. Why should the 
classes that go out compete with individuals in the type of giving that 
individuals very reasonably prefer? Is it necessary that all the avail- 
able building space in Princeton should be occupied within the present 
generation ? 

Here, however, I part from Bill in my idea of what might best be 
done with the money for our Class memorial. It is a province of alumni 
associations and a field for the giving of humbler donors than those 

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DARWIN 

WAS 

RIGHT 



who build dorniitories to establish scholarships. Moreover, it is not 
by the number of its students that the value of any University is 
measured. Besides which, the nation must ultimately look to the 
education of its citizens. Scholarships are, I feel, of even less enduring- 
value than bricks and mortar ; they will last only so long as their neces- 
sity is not obviated by a better social state. 

For one thing, however, there will always be need. No mortal 
prescience will ever, so long as Princeton remains enterprising, ambi- 
t-'ous, farsighted in its administration, wholly do away with the need 
for a fund to be used at the discretion of the President of the Uni- 
versity, or the good of the University, and without further conditions 
or limitations. There are occasions when scientific expeditions may be 
undertaken, when a valuable lecturer may be secured, when a certain 
distinguished professor may be retained, when a precious volume may 
be purchased for the library — occasions when a hundred things may be 
done at the moment, the opportunity for which will not wait the slow 
process of securing the funds necessary. For this purpose the Presi- 
dent should have at his command, at any time, the income of as large a 
sum as possible. 

I, therefore, suggest that we follow the course outlined by Bill 
jNIixsell, save that the money thus secured, together with so much as 
may be added from time to time by members of the Class of 1903, be 
made into a fund to be known as 'The Class of 1903 Memorial Fund," 
the income of which to be expended by the President of the University 
for the good of the University in his discretion. I earnestly urge that 
this be put to a vote of the Class. 

Sincerely, 

Paxton Hibben. 

New York, Nov. 29, 1913. 
Dear Whit : 

You should have all the dope on me many times over, but lest you 
haven't, I send you this stuflE from the American Blue Book of Biog- 
raphy. Since it, I have become a member of the Proportional Repre- 
sentation League, and of the Academy of Political Science and have 
been (from February 21, 1913) Director of the Bureau of Education 
of the Progressive National Service, delegate to the National Conser- 
vation Congress 1912, to the Southern Sociological Congress 1913, 
author of various political pamphlets, succeeded Governor Timothy L. 
Woodruff as Chairman of the Committee in charge of the farewell 
dinner to ex-President Roosevelt, author of "Why is a Revolution?" in 
The North American Reviciv, charged with the annotation of the Pro- 
gressive National Platform and an editorial writer for Collier's JVeekly. 
Great stuff! Great Stuff! The busy life, believe me! 
Affectionately, 

Pax. 

We feel that we would not be doing justice to Pax if we omitted the 
appended copy from "The American Blue Book of Biography." 

"Born in Indianapolis, Ind., December 5, 1880; graduate of Prince- 
ton, 1903; took Master's degree at Harvard (1904) and spent one year 
in the Harvard Law School ; engaged in construction work for the 
Indianapolis Water Company and reporter on Indianapolis News; 
admitted to practice at the bar of the supreme court of Indiana, 1906; 

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Fellow of the Royal Geographical Society, 1909; appointed Third Secre- 
tary of the Embassy at St. Petersburg May 9, 1905 ; Second Secretary 
at A-Iexico City July 18, 1906; Secretary of the Legation at Bogota 
June 10, 1908; Charge d' Affairs ad interim to Colombia, September 19, 
1908; Secretary of the Legation to the Netherlands and Luxemburg, 
December 21, 1909; Secretary of the International Tribunal on behalf 
of the United States in the Venezuelan Arbitration at The Hague, 
September 28, 1910. Honorary Delegate to the Adjourned Meeting of 
the International Congress for the Purpose of Promoting Uniform 
Legislation Concerning Letters of Exchange at The Hague, September 
191 1 ; Charge d' Aft'aires ad interim to The Netherlands and Luxem- 
burg, September 25, 191 1; Secretary of the Legation at Santiago de 
Chili, February i, 1912; Charge d' Aft'aires ad interim to Chili, April 
II, 1912; tendered resignation May 9, 1912; resignation accepted July 
I, 1912. Decorated by the Emperor of Russia with the order of St. 
Stanislas of the third class; decorated by the Emperor of Japan with 
the Order of the Hidden Treasure of the fourth class. Member of 
The American Political Science Association ; The American Society 
of International Law; The National Municipal League; The National 
Geographic Society; The Society of Colonial Wars. Clubs: Royal 
Societies, London ; Princeton, New York ; Progressive, Indianapolis. 
Author of magazine verse." 




; i 913 $ 



SAM HIGGINBOTTOM 
prb Ewing College, Allahabad, LT. P., India 

m Jane Ethelind Cody, Oct. 28, 1904 

Gertrude Cody, b Sept. 30, 1905 
Sam Ashton, Id Sept. 14, 1906 
Elizabeth Baines, Oct. 18, 1910 



Missionary Presbyterian Board. Teaching Ewin§ 
Supt. Naini Leper Asylum 



College. 



Allahabad, U. P., India, Sept. 19, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

I fully intended to write you on the same mail that I sent the blank, 
but failed to do so. Therefore you are in luck, for by delaying this 



letter I am able to put in what could not otherwise have been in. Last 
year Sir James Roberts, Surgeon to the Viceroy, visited the farm and 
became so interested in it that he now tells me that agriculture is a fit 
subject for conversation at the Vice-regal dinner table. Sir James 
asked me if 1 would give a series of lectures in native states, as not 
being a government official my word would be more readily received. 
So 1 agreed and here I am on the trip. I am giving two days to each 
of the five states of Dhar, Dewas, Indore, Rutlam and Jeora. I am 
being entertained in a way almost to make one giddy. 

These native rulers strive to outdo each other in entertaining State 
guests, but being a State guest is rather a lonely business. Most of 
the rulers are Hindus and as such cannot be present where meat is 
eaten. So the rajah lives in his own palace and off from it some dis- 
tance his women folk and off quite a long distance is the guest house 
which is generally a beautifully situated bungalow furnished with 
European furniture in Oriental style. No colors swear at each other 
in the east. The more the merrier, the old rich soft Indian colors 
mixed in with cheap analine dyes, all, however, making an ensemble 
sufficient to make dark glasses a comfort. 

Then special servants have to be kept who can touch meat and cook 
it. Though of course beef in any shape or form is never offered to 
you, and it is presumed you can handle a bottle of whiske}' a day to 
say nothing of wine. They think I am a misfit to have the chance of 
these things and not to take them, and one is left in the hands of 
servants who may not enter the rajah's palace. One other noticeable 
thing is that all the bath rooms are furnished with tooth brushes, 
sometimes an assortment for you to choose from, sometimes you are 
restricted to one. A glance at the visitor's book will tell you whether 
the last person likely to have used that tooth brush was the Viceroy, 
Governor, or some lesser fry, but think of the condescension and glory 
to have the privilege of using a tooth brush last used by the Viceroy. 

Then the lectures are generally held in the Durbar Hall or the 
rajah's hall of audience where he appears from time to time to be 
admired and acclaimed by all those who wish to stretch the royal 
extremity for some favor or other. The hall is generally richly car- 
peted. The throne, a gold or silver overlaid chair on a dais, carpeted 
with cloth of gold and none but the royal feet tread upon this. 

Every available inch of the roof hung with glass chandeliers that 
lighted up at night make a glittering scene. When the lecture begins 
all of one side of the hall is kept clear, for behind the many latticed 
doors are the rani and other ladies of the royal household who may 
not appear in public and who yet want to hear the lecture. When all 
the guests are seated there is a hush, then from outside comes a low 
roar as the subjects do obeisance to the Presence and tell him he is 
the light of heaven, the nourisher of the poor, the mother and father ol 
his people et al, ad lib. ad infinitum, and call upon him to note how his 
subjects do honor to their sovereign lord. The Presence then enters 
the room. The most striking part of his dress is his head gear. Miles 
and miles of pink yellow, pale green silk or very fine cotton wound 
round the royal head. His shirt tails are always outside his trousers. 
All stand and bow low as he takes his seat. If he is anything much of 
a man, I should think it would get very monotonous. On the whole 
it is a very pleasant interlude and I hope will bear fruit in a more 
intelligent interest in the main industry of the country. 

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Well, as to my normal existence I am teaching English, Economics, 
Bible in the College to Arts students. Teaching animal husbandry and 
farm management to agricultural students, superintending the farm 
which is now nearly three hundred acres, financing the farm at long 
range which is the most heart-breaking task I have. I wonder when 
folk at home will finance mission colleges as they do colleges at home. 
It is this worry over money that has killed and is killing some of the 
most worthy Americans who have ever left home. 

Then the Leper Asylum absorbs a little of my spare time, all this 
last year we have been building there; two barracks to accommodate 
60 more lepers, a new doctor's house, an observation ward for little 
kids, a new boys' home, have all gone up. 

In addition I do a lot of speaking at Y. M. C. A. Agricultural 
Societies. On the whole I have the best time of anyone I know. 
I shall be very happy to entertain any 1903 men who come this way. 
I have a machine and if a man wants to see the country or get a tiger I 
could help him in the matter. I have not yet got over my regret at not 
being at the tenth. All being well I shall be home on furlough at the 
fifteenth. 

With all best wishes, 

Sincerely, 

Sam Higginbottom. 




CHARLES HOUCHIN HIGGINS 

p Princeton Club, New York City 
r Fairmount Apartment, Jersey City, N. J. 
b 15 Exchange PL, Jersey City, N. J., and 95 Liberty St., 
New "ii'ork City 

Consulting: Engineer 



Jersey City, N. J., Sept. 5, 1913. 
Dear Fellows : 

Our Secretary has invited, asked, begged, prayed, requested, urged, 
claimed, demanded, required and finally compelled a letter. As you 
have all been through the experience, you know what it means. For 
pertinacity, he surpasses an Indian; for blandness, a Chinaman; for 



ingenuity, a Yankee and for sacrifice to the Organization, a Jap. He is 
as hard to forget as one's conscience and crops up at as unexpected 
times. Onl}' under the sod can you escape him and then one's relatives 
must furnish data for an obituary. The President should appoint him 
to administer the income tax. 

Writing to a whole class is as disconcerting as shooting into a flock 
and the advice of the guide to pick out a single bird can't be followed. 

Three models for such a letter occur to me: the "Diary" of Samuel 
Pepys, "A Narrative History of the American People" and Town 
Topics. But, on second thought, I have already filled out a statistical 
blank, which leaves nothing concerning myself — at least my version of 
it — known to the Recording Angel, unrevealed. And of course, the 
rest of you have done the same. So, the first two forms would be 
mere repetition, the third I eschew ; whether from lack of material or 
pity shall ever remain a secret. 

I had a good time at the Decennial. The best I ever had in Prince- 
ton, which is only another way of saying, the best ever, and look for- 
ward to the reunions to come, as, the particular bright spots of the 
future, with the meeting of classmates ad interim, forming a Milky 
Way between them, across the sky of time. 
Faithfully, 

Charles PI. Higgins. 




MORRIS MILLER HILTEBEITEL 



p Green Lane, Montgomery Co., Pa. 

b The Westinghouse Machine Co., 165 Broadway, Xew York 
City 



Erecting Engineer with The Westinghouse ^Machine Co. 

Washington, D. C, Sept. 23, 191 3. 
Dear Classmates : 

Am enclosing a photo which I trust will answer. Suppose Princeton 
is livening up a bit with the opening so close at hand. 
Your classmate, 

Morris M. Hiltebeitel. 




BURT BRADLEY HODGMAN 

p b 6i Park Row, New York City 
r East Orange, N. J. 

m Grace Porter Wilding, July ii, 1907 

Chief Engineer National Water ]Main Cleaning Co. 



St. Louis, Mo., Aug. 5, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

I do not exactly know what you want of a letter or in a letter from 
the C.E.'s unless you are after biographies of the class to make up an 
'03 library to present to the University. 

Since leaving college, I have been on the water wagon exclusively to 
the extent of spending ten years in water works engineering which does 
not necessarily mean that I do not enjoy a tall cool stein upon 
occasion. 

I have to do a good deal of traveling in pursuance of my duties and 
in that wa)' I get to see many of the '03 boys who have not been as 
fortunate as I have in getting back to reunions. Recently while in 
Chicago I had quite a visit with George Hunger. He has not been 
able to get back since graduation but it is not because he has grown 
cold. Also while in Boston this spring I had several visits with Mac 
Taylor and his family ; heard him preach and was present when he 
was installed as Rector of Grace Church, Everett, Mass. Munger has 
a fine boy who will come along about 1930 but Mac can only furnish 
wives for a couple 1930 men. 

Before closing I wish to add a few to the praises of the management 
who pulled off the greatest reunion that ever was. 

My wife who is The Only Original '03 Rooter joins me in best 
wishes to the Secretary and class. 

Hodge. 




WALTER FRANKLIN HOLLENBACH 

p Durham, Pa. 

r 413 Qinton St., Brooklyn, N. Y. 

b Lincoln High School, Jerse}' City, N. J. 

m Kathryn M. Herstine, Aug. i, 1906 

Head German Department, Lincoln High School, Jerse}^ City, 
New Jersey 

Jersey City, X. J. 
My dear Whitney : 

I certainly enjoyed every minute of the Reunion which it fell to my 
good lot to be able to attend. I was very sorry that it was impossible 
for me to remain until the end. It was a grand success. 

I have the pleasure of teaching in a unique High School, the 
largest in New Jersey. It's the school worth while. Its Faculty con- 
sists of over 100 men and women, with a student bocW of nearly 3,000, 
pursuing Classical, Technological, General, Teachers', Commercial, and 
Industrial courses. 

Those of us, who have no sons to send to Princeton, can influence 
other's sons to go. Every year I tell my pupils of the splendid advan- 
tages at Princeton and usually succeed in turning several Princeton- 
ward. At present, there are about a dozen of my former pupils there. 
Some of them are taking very high rank in their work. They are ver}' 
enthusiastic and have formed a Jersey City Lligh School Club. 

Our Hudson Co. Princeton Alumni Association took a number of 
boys to see Princeton and watch the Cornell-Princeton baseball game 
last May. The boys were very much pleased. We feel confident 
that a large proportion of them will enter Princeton within the next 
few years. The future hope of Princeton lies in such work. Actively 
allied with me in the work of the Association are Dear, Higgins, and 
Seggel. 

Sincerely, 

W. F. IT0LLENn.\CH. 




SIDNEY TARZEWELL HOLT 

p b 739 Broad St., Newark, N. J. 
r 94 Treacy Ave., Newark, N. J. 

m Elsie Loyal Rosseter, June 26. 1907 

President Frank Holt & Co., Jewelers 

Newark, N. J., Oct. 23, 1913. 
My dear Whit : 

In response to your many earnest appeals I have apparently been 
neo-ligent. However, excuses are useless and since you now have the 
necessary "dope" except my life history, you can close my account for 
here is the balance, whether to profit or loss I will leave you to judge._^ 

My life history outside of Princeton will start, as also does "Ted" 
Palmer's two years later than that of most of our grand and glorious 
1903 "Studes." After graduation with the Exclusive ( ?) degree of B.S., 
I returned for two years of real work in the Electrical School and 
finally in 1905 stepped out into the wide, wide world prepared for the 
worst, with one more burden E.E., dangling from the fringe on my 
cap. These degrees are wonderful things— I had forgotten, until now, 
that I ever owned any of them. 

In the fall of 1905 I entered the employ of the Gas Department of 
the Public Service CoiiDoration of New Jersey as an apprentice and 
immediately proceeded to take what was coming to me. My first job 
was a helper on a meter wagon setting gas meters on various routes 
throughout Newark and many were the experiences I had, unpleasant 
at that time, but interesting to look back upon. I remember in par- 
ticular, one old German lady living in an "eight dollar a month" flat, 
who was apparently so pleased at the novel experience of having gas in 
her home, that she oft'ered me a tip and a glass of wine — I couldn't 
possibly refuse the drink. 

In about a month I graduated from the meter wagon and acted as 
helper in putting gas pipes in houses and factories. I became a plumber, 
but not a Union man by any means, especially in the scale of wages. 
After I had apparently learned enough to cap the end of a pipe before 
turning on the gas, thev put me in the meter shop to learn to repair 



meters. However, I never learned enough to be able to save on gas 
bills now, so you may take it for granted that I was a dummy. 

While in the meter shop the opportunity of my life came. They 
needed some one in the Gas works and most interesting they wanted 
a man for night work only from 6 p. m. to 7 a. m. Well, I took it and 
began shovelling coal with the rest of the Pollocks, but those were long 
winter nights from January to April. However, I managed to learn 
to make gas and found that it was a valuable experience, when a few 
weeks later the company had a strike on its hands and they accommo- 
dated me with the job of water-gas maker for sixty hours at a stretch 
on a floor, which apparently was about 5000°, this may be exaggerated. 
With this experience behind me I seemed to be fitted for a better 
job so they transferred me to the Distribution Department, and as an 
assistant superintendent I spent a very pleasant summer supervising 
the laying of street mains and attempting to take care of twelve gangs 
of Italian laborers. 

Up to this time I never seriously considered entei-ing the retail 
jewelry business owing to the fact that my father had never persuaded 
me but left it entirely to my own judgment. An opportunity came to 
enlarge the business by movmg into new quarters and I decided the 
proper place for me was a business already built up and waiting. With 
sincere regrets, for I had really enjoyed my year and a half with the 
Public Service, I handed in my resignation and the officers of the 
company weix more than considerate and offered to reinstate me should 
I change my mind. 

However, this proved to be far the most advisable move, for our 
business increased immensely and I found myself very much in the 
jewelry business. Shortly afterward we incorporated and I was made 
Secretary and Treasurer. 

The Real Estate situation in Newark then became an important 
factor and we found it advisable to purchase a corner in the business 
section to protect ourselves in case of change in the corner which we 
were then and are now occupying. The retail business continued to 
increase, and, owing to the fact that the leases on our new purchase 
were running out and also that as the old building stood, it was not a 
paying proposition we proceeded to make arrangements for the con- 
struction of a six story, fire-proof building on the property — operations 
to start May i, 191 1. 

In January, 191 1, before these plans were completed my father un- 
fortunately passed away and I was forced to decide within a few days 
whether or not I could proceed with the building operations. For- 
tunately I had some good friends who came to my rescue and during 
the year 1912 my time was well taken up along this line. 

In the meantime, after my father's death, I was made president of 
our business corporation and strange as it may seem, the business is 
still going on at the same old stand. 

Regarding the last few years, I think there is nothing of any 
particular interest to the "Studes," as I am still living with my wife, 
should have, but at present have not, any family, am still enjoying life 
immensely, although I have been married seven years and do not 
contemplate any Reno action just yet — provided my wife does not see 
this class record. 

I might add that "Kid" Rearick is quietly raising a fine family of his 
own, besides about fifty youngsters of other families in Stamford, 
Conn. Some Kid. 

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Best regards to all and hope we will have another "Best" Reunion in 
1918 — if not sooner. 

Yours, 

Sidney T. Holt. 




HERBERT WEBB HOPKINS 

p rb Trinity Rectory, Irvington, N. J. 

m Ethel Moore, Nov. 14, 1912 

Rector Trinity Episcopal Church, Irvington, N. J. 

Oak Bluffs, Martha's Vineyard, Mass., Aug. 23, 191 3. 
My dear Whitney : , • a ij 

The "story of my life" for which you ask may be very bnetly tola. 
In fact it reminds me of the lines I used to hear when a school boy 
which run something like this : 

"Good people all from far and near, 

Attend unto my song. 
And if you find it wondrous short. 
It will not hold you very long." 
After graduation I spent two years teaching, first in the Princeton 
Prep, and then in the Episcopal Academy of Philadelphia. Then in 
the fall of 1905 I entered the General Theological Seminary, New York 
City. Here I found Mac Taylor and Morgan Ashley and Charlie 
Townsend who had started their courses a year or two earlier. We 
found that former Princeton graduates had left a good record at the 
G. T. S. and we tried to pass it on in as good shape as we received it. 

After graduation from the Seminary I spent four years as Curate at 
St Luke's Church, Montclair, N. J. Last fall I was called to the 
Rectorship of Trinity Church, Irvington, N. J., where I shall return 
to my work after my vacation. 

No record would be complete without recording the fact that I have 
attended as many of the big games and our class reunions and mid- 
year dinners as possible. But the days that are brightest m my memory 
are those we spent together at our Decennial— that great event, to 

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which we had looked forward so long, which seemed so far oft" wheu 
we graduated — and upon which we shall look back with ever increasing 
devotion to Princeton and our class as long as we live. Our sincerest 
thanks are due the members of the committee who worked so hard to 
make our reunion the big success it was, and not least our newly elected 
president whose gracious hospitality we shall all have reason long to 
remember. 

Success to every member of the class of '03 during the years that 
may intervene before our next big reunion. 

Sincerely your friend and classmate, 

Herbert W. Hopkins. 




DANIEL SLAWSON HORTON 

p b 524 West 57th St., Xew York City 
r 17 West 69th St., Xew York City 

m L.illian ;\Iarie Bauer, Oct. 21, 1911 

Secretary Sheffield Farms — Slawson Decker Co. 



New York, Oct. 27, 1913. 
Dear Whit : 

Your appealing Western Union arrived this a. m. I'm in no condi- 
tion to write a letter about nothing — that is exclusive!}' practiced by 
politicians — but telegrams usually call for heroic efforts. So if you 
care to publish this, go ahead: You'll be the star witness in subsec|uent 
damage suits. 

For a year or two after I received m}' diploma in 1903!'! I scraped 
around looking for a "position" ; hours 1 1 to 2. With suitable compensa- 
tion to carry a $50,000 endowment and permit a Fifth Avenue tailor. 
For some unknown reason, I found all such occuoations encumbered 
with healthy robust men disinclined to vacate. I then decided to go to 
work. Closing in on the Sheffield Farms-Slawson-Decker Co., a 
half-nelson and toe hold landed a desk and chair. I won't bore you 
with all the detail incidental to the production, handling and sale of 
dairy products : sufficient to say, I've been at it eight years and still 
out of jail. 

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Aside from leading a happy and peaceful married life, "I play golf." 
And golf — I wish to go on record — no germ of typhoid, fast motors, 
tuberculosis or turkey trotting has ever imbedded itself where the 
bacillus golfitis can penetrate. If the pace is maintained and the 
hazards, bunkers, rough and stuff don't cut it out, Harry Thaw's base- 
ball team will have a new centre-fielder. I'm wandering, almost on 
the ropes, and in this mood challenge Ray or Ouimet or Gar Scott — 
address Lat. 48° 21' N. Long. 16° 17' E. 
Sincerely, 

Daniel S. Horton. 

P. S. — I have written to the Trenton Officials to send you my latest 
Bertillion. 

[Note. — Just a joke we did write the officials referred to, and they 
did.— Ed.] 

C. J. HOWARD 

p r b Emporium, Pa. 

On October 18 Howard personally signed the receipt for the regis- 
tered letter sent him. We therefore assume he is doing business at 
the same old stand. 




ARCHIBALD ALEXANDER HOWELL 

prb 1413 So. 58th St., Philadelphia, Pa. 

m Hattie Simpson Chapman, Jan. 19, igio 

Archibald Alexander, Jr., b Oct. i, 1910 
John Xevin. b Feb. 20, 1912 
Edwin Xevin, b Oct. 28, T913 

Phvsician 



Philadelphia. Aug. 2, 1913. 
Dear AVhitney : 

For the benefit of the Decennial Record I'll give you a sketchy account 
of my activities since leaving Princeton. 

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Mv first year out I put in as Athletic Director and Instructor of 
jNIathematics at the Boys' Country School of Baltimore. With this as 
a starter I tackled the four years' course in medicine at the University 
of Pennsylvania. Incidentally the year I dropped in Baltimore made 
me a Freshman in medicine when my illustrious classmates Bill Newall, 
Tommy Rutherford and Blase Cole were Sophomores and Sid Rep- 
plier who left us at the end of Freshman year at Princeton, was a 
naedical graduate of one year's standing. 

It is interesting to note in this connection that a Princeton diploma 
is about the biggest thing a man can bring to a Pennsylvania profes- 
sional school. While there is no doubt that in the abstract the Penn 
men cordially hate us it is just as true that individually the Princeton 
man is just as cordially welcomed. It is gratifying to be able to say 
that, in so far as my knowledge of Princeton men. at Pennsylvania goes, 
they have decidedly made good. Indeed this state of affairs must have 
been of years' standing, before my time, as it is just naturally taken for 
granted that a Princeton man will make good, even before he's had a 
chance to show anything. 

This actual state of affairs is amusing iai view of the oft heard 
criticism by Penn sympathizers of the activities, life and intellectuality 
of the Princeton undergraduate. To my mind this goes to show that 
all we get at Princeton doesn't come from books or in Chapel, but we 
get a lot from the horse-play, frolicking and general goodfellowship 
which is lost to the outsider. 

More than once, since I've struck the stormy road of practice building 
on my own hook, I've felt the help of the Princeton tie in the hands of 
the old and young Princeton graduate in the profession here. 

I would like to hear what Pop Decker, Woods and some of our other 
M.D.'s have to say of their experience in this respect at other medical 
centers. For myself, I am sure that no better preliminary for a pro- 
spective medical man can be than that of four years at Princeton. 

At graduation an appointment as Resident Physician at the Univer- 
sity Hospital came my way — one of the six plums that every class 
falls heir to. 

Upon completion of this further training the late Dr. John H. Mus- 
ser took me on as one of his assistants and an appointment as Attending 
Physician to the Medical Dispensary of the University Hospital 
followed. 

In about a year's time I was taken on the Medical Teaching Staff of 
the University and received the title of Instructor of Medicine, which 
position I still fill. 

I've had my shingle out for nearly four years and am beginning to 
feel "established." 

By far my most notable claim to fame, however, is the possession of 
two fine boys, Archibald, Jr., and Jack. My only worry in their 
respect is the fact that they'll both hit Princeton at about the same time 
(provided always they weather those entrance exams) and it will take 
some hustling to prepare a grub stake for them when the time comes. 

I can't close without thanking the Reunion Committee for the great 
time they gave us and I hope as a class we'll live up to the pace we've 
set for doing things the right way. 

Truly yours, 

A. Alex. Howell. 



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CORWIN HOWELL 

pb 701 Prudential Bldg., Newark, N. J. 
r 12 Summit Ave., Summit, N. J. 

m F. Elizabeth Lunn, June 14, 1910 

Lawyer 

Newark, N. J., Nov. 7, 1913. 

Dear Whitney : . 

Your request for a letter finds me without any news of mterest 
for the class. I would like, however, through you to extend heartiest 
good wishes to all. 

Yours sincerely, 

CoRwiN Howell. 




ARTHUR STANLEY HULL 

pr 1205 Marion St., Scranton, Pa. 
b 706 Connell Bldg., Scranton, Pa. 

Electrical Engineer 



Scranton, Pa. 
Dear Whitney : 

For your sake and the stenographer's I hope that this is the last 
letter that is holding back the Decennial Record. 

You would like to hear something of the 1903 men in the immediate 
vicinity of Scranton: 

Gilbert Close brought Mrs. Close and his two fine bo)'s up here for 
a part of his summer vacation. He was certainly looking great when 
I saw him. You have probably seen him since his return to Princeton. 
I wonder if you and he really appreciate the good fortune you have 
of spending so much of your time there in that "grand old burg." 

One day last August I was in Wyoming, historically one of the most 
interesting places in this section of the state. \\'hile there I wanted 
to see Daniels but it was the day of his church picnic — you know he is 
pastor of the Presbyterian church there — so of course he was not in 
town. I understand that he is very well liked not only by his own 
parishioners but also by others who occasionally have an opportunity 
to hear him. 

Norman Parke is located near Scranton but I have not seen Iiim since 
that most successful "Old Home Week" and record-breaking reunion. 
(It is a shame to keep referring to that enjoyable time when those who 
could not be there are around. It is like holding up a piece of juicy 
beefsteak before a hungry dog and then not letting him have a taste 
of it.) "Norm" is a busy manager, also he is kept very busy managing 
his family of husky youngsters. 

"Bill" Scranton heaves in sight every once in a while. He is busy 
again showing the young idea how to assimilate knowledge, and inci- 
dentally directing the youth to the path which leads to the grandest 
institution of higher education in this broad land of ours. He is look- 
ing fine and is still in that state of "single blessedness" — but there is no 
telling how soon he will be stepping out and leaving those of us who 
have not yet joined the majority, to our loneliness. 

Carlton Shafer, also one of the minorit)^, has just finished another 
season of his most interesting and successful summer camp for boys. 
The boys who have been there are more than enthusiastic about it. 
Each year it seems to be more of a success than the year before. This 
year, including counselors and tutors there were between eighty and 
ninety at the camp at one time. "Carl" has more than one iron in the 
fire. During the winter months he practices law in New York City, 
then along with his summer camp he oversees some scientific farming 
and fruit growing. AVith all of this work he gets in a lot of fun ; a short 
time ago he came down to the County Club tennis matches and carried 
ofl: first prize in the singles as well as the title to the championship of 
northeastern Pennsylvania. He was in excellent form and did some 
brilliant playing both in the semi-finals and the finals. In the semi-finals 
of the doubles "Carl" and his brother were defeated by the winners of 
the tournament. 

And you ask what I have been doing for the last ten years. That 
would be hard to tell in detail but I shall make a stab at a short cut. 
The summer of our graduation I went to Europe and was undecided 
whether I should stay a week or a year. However, before I again 
set foot oil American soil fourteen months had slipped by. The first 
week that I was in Paris I very unexpectedly met "Cy" Adams and Paul 
Welling. Later ''Spike" AA'arbeke nearly ran over me near the Luxen- 
bourg Gardens. I also met a number of other Princeton men from 



different classes, but just missed Henry Leacli and one or two others of 
our class. 

Almost immediately after returning from Europe I went back to 
Princeton and took the two year's course in the Electrical School. At 
first it seemed almost unbearably lonely with so few of the class around 
but at Merwick (the graduate house) everything was made so pleasant 
ajnd the fellows were so congenial that two more very pleasant and 
profitable years, almost before I knew it, had been spent in that delight- 
ful spot. During those two years I saw more men of our class than I 
have seen in the seven years since then — except at the decennial. 

The following year I spent at home and in June, 1907, went to Pitts- 
burgh with the Westinghouse Electric Manufacturing Company. There 
too, things were very pleasantly arranged. Between twenty-five and 
thirty college men had a club. Nine of us lived in the house and the 
rest came there for their meals. A number of Princeton men lived 
there during the two years and a half that I was there but John 
Merwin was the only other 1903 man. About once a month the Prince- 
ton club of Pittsburgh used to have some doings, so we used to see 
"Jim" Miller, "Pat" Cassidy, "Casey" Paull, "Al" Schultz, "Jim" 
Conrad and several others of the class there. 

From Pittsburgh I went to the New York office of the Westinghouse 
Company and was in their erecting department for nearly two years, 
when I resigned to take part of a course in hydro-electric work at 
Columbia University. New York, as you know, is a regular place of 
refuge for 1903 men and the first few weeks that I was there I saw a 
number of them. However, I soon got the "hustlety-bustlety" fever 
which seems to be so contagious in New York, then I seldom saw any 
of the fellows except to pass them on the street occasionally. The last 
year that I was in New York I was second reader at Sixth church of 
Christ, Scientist. 

Last February I came back to Scranton, where I am working for an 
hydro-electric power company, which has recently been organized. 

With very best wishes, I am. 

Very truly yours, 

Arthur Hull. 




FLOYD HURLBUT 

p Arkport, New York 
rb Islip, L. I., New York 
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m Margaret Esther Taylor, June 29, 1904 
Dorothy Taylor, b Aug. 17, 1909 
^Vinifred Louise, b Aug. 22, 191 1 

Prhicipal Islip (N. Y.) High School 

Islip, L. L, N. Y. 
Dear Whitney : 

Immediately a.fter graduation I went up into Connecticut where I 
took charge of a summer camp of young men from New York. They 
were sent up there in the foothills of the Berkshires by one of the big 
New York churches. I have never wondered that the church went to 
such expense to send these young fellows up there; but it has been a 
peiTpetual wonder to me how they got along with them in New York 
City for the twenty odd years before I met them. 

I have always prided myself on my supply of rapid-iire slang 
phrases (and stronger), but after the first day in camp my stock was 
away below par and at the end of my two months' stay with those 
New York churchmen my holdings had increased 1400 per cent. Just 
as I was beginning to feel somewhat at home in the blue atmosphere of 
that camp, orders came to cease firing for the season, so we quietly 
folded our tents and stole away. (This was the only reported theft 
of the whole season.) 

Being historically inclined, I am next found leaning against that 
granite shaft which will commemorate to the remotest posterity the 
never dying fame of General Herkimer who stayed the forces of 
Johnson' and Brant in the bloody battle of Oriskany, N. Y. It was 
this battle that deprived General Burgoyne of the expected reinforce- 
ment by St. Leger and thereby frustrated the whole Burgoyne 
campaign. 

Here in the shadow of this battle monument I fought for two years 
as principal of the Oriskany Union School. No monument has yet been 
erected to commemorate my achievements there, but no doubt my name 
is carved (with comments) deep into the desk where some of the 
unruly boys sat. 

The next four years were uneventfully spent as principal of the 
West Winfield High School. It is surprising what a hum-drum life a 
high school principal leads. He opens school in the morning by reading 
Ecclesiastes 12:12. At 10:10 Bad Boy is sent to the office for the 
steenth time. Principal reports case to fond parent at 11 :ii. At 2:02 
ample matron stalks into the office, much out of breath (the matron was 
out of wind, not the office; there is always plenty of wind in the 
office). Aforesaid matron planks herself into a chair breaking ofif the 
left arm of said chair (the chair still has one right arm left to com- 
memorate the aforesaid plank) . She does not mince matters ; the issue 
is clearly stated; her boy has been imposed upon long enough; she 
wants that clearly understood ; there are other boys who are acting ten 
times worse than her son but they are not punished in any way; you 
can tell by looking at the teacher who reported Bay Boy to the oiifice 
that she didn't have any "govmunt" ; "Why don't they hire teachers like 
they used to have when Prof. Blank was here; we had to toe the 
mark them days, let me tell you ; we never dared tell the folks at home 
for we would'get another lickin' sure if we did; Oh! I tell you them 
teachers had real 'govmunt' ; now my boy ain't done nothin', not a 



thing, and here you report him to me ; what do you want me to do, run 
this whole school for you ? Ain't you got no 'govmunt' ? Well, I ain't 
a goin' to do it; now what are you a goin' to about it?" 

Here at Islip I have had the same experience ad libitum (ad libitum 
parentis, non ad libitum magistri). Incidentally there is enough other 
work to keep me out of mischief when complaints are slack. I teach 
about two periods per day — usually Fine's college algebra and com- 
mercial law a la Woodrow. This school is strictly in line with 
modern movements in laying great stress upon injunction and specific 
performance. 

My work is very much to my liking and it now seems likely that I 
shall continue to be a pedagogue for want of a better calling which 
is open to me. The latchstring is always out and I shall be glad to 
have a call from any member of the class who happens to find himself 
on the south shore of Long Island. 

I cannot close without a word about the reunion. M}^ experience in 
attending decennials is limited, but I do not see how ours could have 
been better. Great credit is due to every man who had anything to do 
with the arrangements. 

Loyally yours, 

Floyd Hurlbut. 




JAMES EDGAR HUSTEAD 

p r 214 E. Fayette St., Uniontown, Pa. 

Id First National Bank Bldg., Uniontown, Pa. 

m Helen Watt Henderson, Nov. 14, 1907 
Jean Hope, b Feb. 26, 1910 
James Miller II, b Jan. 7, 1914 

Secretary Hustead-Semans Coal & Coke Co. 

Uniontown, Pa., Oct. 28, 191 3. 
Dear Whitney : 

I will have to admit that you have the goods on me and brought 
same to light with the night letter you sent me, stating that I was 
showing a lack of class spirit in not getting my statistics and picture to 

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you. Under separate enclosure I am sending you picture of myself and 
only child, Jean Hope Hustead, which I trust will reach you in due time 
to receive proper places in your record, which I feel sure will surpass 
anything that has been turned out and will be a model for future 
generations. 

You state in your previous communications that you would like to 
have a history of my life. Some parts could not be printed and the rest 
is so uneventful as not to be worthy of print. After leaving Princeton 
in 1903 I fooled around through the coal fields and oil territory of 
Kentucky and the West, but finally returned to the wonderful country 
of Fayette County to cast my lot in the place of my forebears, where 
I am now situated, happy and contented. The only regret that ever 
passes my thoughts is the distance from the dear old center of .which 
you are the hub, Whit. All levity aside, I regret exceedingly that I 
have been so tardy in getting the information to you and trust it will 
not interfere too much with your work. If the material I give you is 
insufficient, kindly wire me and I will send you some more of my light 
stuff. 

With best wishes to you as representative of the class and with the 
success of your publication at heart, I beg to remain, 
Yours very truly, 

James Edgar Hustead. 




CHARLES K. IMBRIE 

r Auburn Theological Seminary, Auburn, N. Y. 

m iNfargaret Fleming, May 16, 191 1 
Mar}', b May 6, 191 2 
Elizabeth, b Jan. 28, 1914 

Student Auburn Theological Seminary 

Philadelphia, Pa., Aug. 22, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Do you remember back in Freshman year when a crowd of 1902 
guys would catch you on University Place and stand you up on a con- 
venient fence and request the Story of Your Life? And do you recall 



the feeling which might be described as lack of eloquence which im- 
mediately took possession of your troubled soul? Well, here I am 
some fourteen years older but I recognize the same old tongue-tied 
symptoms. But as I remember the Freshman Orator was kept on that 
fence until he came across with an attempt of some kind and I suppose 
the same rule holds good so here goes. 

It seems almost incredible to me now that anyone could spend four 
years at Princeton and receive the official stamp of A.B. on his learned 
brow without having some definite plan for the future but that is just 
the position in which I found myself in June, 1903, and perhaps there 
were others in the same boat. I believe that the loose system of choos- 
ing electives, many of them chosen with more regard to the hour than 
the subject, was in a measure responsible for this condition. Thanks 
to Woodrowr this aimless pot pourri of learning is no longer possible. 

In my uncertainty as to the choice of a career I took a three months' 
vacation and I might mention that since June, 1903, a three months' 
vacation has been as rare in my existence as a three-toed horse in a 
horse show. It was then that I decided to become a Captain of Industry 
and I was not particular about the kind of industry as long as I could be 
Captain. It happened that the Pennsylvania Railroad Co. were looking 
for Captains in their locomotive shops at Altoona, Pa., although they 
did not call them Captains but Apprentices and when the first pay-day 
came around and I received my check for v$20.02 I decided that they 
had selected the best title for the job. 

There were about 20 other young college fellows going through the 
mill in Altoona, — Princetonians, Elis, men from Cambridge and Ithaca 
as well as from the "Bush League" colleges. The Altoona Apprentice- 
ship is a ten hour a day proposition and it means overalls and the dinner 
bucket for 304 days in the year and as it is a four-year grind you can 
figure it out yourself. 12,160 hours spent in all the different shops and 
best of all three months on the Pittsbrft-gh Division firing locomotives. 
No doubt I often had the honor of shovelling coal in order to haul some 
1903 man taking it easy back in the observation car of one of the 
P. R. R. flyers. 

During the Worlds Fair at St. Louis I was sent out to work on the 
P. R. R. exhibit and when the Fair closed in December, W. P. Canby 
'02 and I had the pleasure of making the trip from St. Louis to Phila- 
delphia by freight in charge of some machiner)' and believe me it was 
some job with the snow and heavy congested traffic. 

As Jacob served Laban seven years for a wife so did I serve the 
P. R. R. seven years and at the end of that time I also got me a wife — 
Margaret Fleming of Harrisburg, Pa., a sister of Sam Fleming 1906. But 
let us drop the analogy here for as I remember the account in Genesis 
Jacob went on collecting wives while I prefer to stand pat. We have 
one little girl — Mary, and we "esteem her highly." Her portrait adorns 
the Record. 

For the past three years I, have been Manager of the Philadelphia 
Office of Bardons & Oliver, of Cleveland, machine tool builders. 

One more word. I have heard only one criticism of the Decennial 
Reunion but that criticism was pretty general. It is this. You should 
have had a Decennial every year. 

Faithfully yours, 

Charles K. Imbeie. 



Auburn, N. Y., Jan. 14, 1914. 
Dear Whitney: 

I fear I am too late for the record but I have made a change in 
business and some of the members of 1903 may be interested to know 
of it. 

I have fallen from grace and am enrolled as a student in Auburn 
Theological Seminary at Auburn, N. Y. Make a note of the newr 
address. As I enter at the beginning of the second term I shall have 
the first term's work to make up and I can tell you the rust is thick on 
the mental cogs and the midnight oil is pretty "gummy" as we say 
in the shop. 

Faithfully yours, 

Charles K. Imbrie. 

EDWARD H. INMAN 

pr 130 E. 15th St., Atlanta, Ga. 

b Atlanta National Bank Bldg., Atlanta, Ga. 

m Emily MacDougald, June 19, 1901 

Hugh Theodore, b May 23, 1902 
Edward Hamilton, Jr., b April 20, 191 1 

With Inman, Akers & Inman, cotton merchants 

Atlanta, Ga., Oct. 27, 1913. 
My dear Darrow: 

Your telegram of this morning awoke me to the fact that I had been 
very discourteous to you, and I hasten to apologize. I am enclosing 
you herewith the statistics wanted for your record, but I must decline 
to send you a photograph, as it is against my religious principles to 
have one taken. 

I hardly know of anything that would be of interest to the fellows ; 
except that my reason for leaving college has always seemed to me a 
pretty good story, and I will give you that. 

When I was leaving home in September to enter Princeton, my father 
gave a me a check for $1,200.00 (which, by the way was the most 
money I had ever seen). This was to pay my board and room bill, as 
well as to buy the few books necessary during the year. 

This looked so "easy" to me that I requested my father to change 
the check to one for $900.00, retaining the $300.00, which I would call 
on him for, to spend during vacation. 

Upon arrival at Princeton, I promptly deposited this amount in the 
Princeton Bank and felt very "opulent." During the two previous 
years, when I had been at Lawrenceville, I had made the acquaintance 
of several very attractive "skirts" in New York, and after getting 
over to Princeton, where I was much freer, I found that I could get to 
my last recitation during the week, which was on Saturday before 
12 noon, and very easily catch the 12:10 p. m. train to New York; so 
you can see, in this way, $900.00 would not last very long. 

About the middle of January, I received a notice from the Princeton 
Bank that my account was over-thrown $1.50, and I promptly wrote 
home to my father telling him that my expenses had been heavier than 
I had foreseen, and asking him to please send me the $300.00 which I 

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had left for summer vacation; my intentions being to economize during 
the balance of the year. 

He could not, however, see it in this way, and promptly wired me 
to "come home, and go to zvork" ; which I have been doing, in a more 
or less desultory manner, ever since. 

I was very sorry not to be able to attend the Reunion last June, but 
an unexpected business trip to Liverpool took me away at that time and 
I only returned the day that the Commencement Exercises were over. 

It is my hope and purpose to be able to get back to the Yale game 
next summer. 

With best wishes to you all, I am. 

Yours verj' sincerely, 

Edward H. Inman. 

Atlanta, Ga., Nov. 14, 1913. 
My dear Darrow : 

In reply to your postal of the 9th, in regard to a photograph of my- 
self, I again must refuse to send one, as under no circumstances would 
I have one taken, and you will have to do without. 
Yours very truly, 

E. H. Inman. 




JOHN IRELAND 

p r 560 So. William St., Johnstown, N. Y. 
b 27 N. State St., Johnstown, N. Y. 

Member firm Ireland Brothers, glove manufacturers 



Johnstown, N. Y., Oct. 13, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

I plead guilty to being lax and to all other counts in causing you a 
lot of trouble and have resolved as no doubt all of the fellows have, time 
and time again to answer your letters the same day received ; but it is 
the same old story, put it off. 

I am enclosing blank as requested and will send a picture as soon as 
I get up my nerve to face the camera, which is about as hard as going 
to the dentist. 



I am hoping to get on for the Harvard game and will have one taken 
in Princeton for you if not before. 

From the account in the Weekly, it looks as if we were going to have 
a good team and I just read the account of yesterday's game by 
Metzger who says it looks better to him than last year. If we can 
pull oS a double header this year things won't look so bad in spite of 
the reduction in the tariff, which I understand is going to reduce the 
cost of living ( ?) and so make it easier for you and Gus Roche to 
collect money. 

I hope everything is moving along for you in fine shape and hoping 
to drop in on you in a few weeks, I remain. 
Sincerely, 

Jack Ireland. 

Johnstown, N. Y., Oct. 29, 1913. ' 
Dear Whitney : 

Your telegram of the 26th, sent collect, received. Do not send any 
more of those or it will be impossible for me to get money enough to go 
to the games. 

I have had my picture taken and will send it to you to-morrow, with- 
out fail. 

Hoping to see you next week, I remain. 
Yours very truly, 

Jack Ireland. 




■WILLIAM RICHARD JANEWAY 

- p r b I St. Marks PL, New Brighton, S. I., N. Y. 

Physician 

New Brighton, N. Y., Oct. 16, 1913. 
Dear 1903 : 

I have not very much of a story to tell of my ten years since leaving 
college for where most of you have had ten full years out in contact 
with the cold world with all its attendant vicissitudes I have had but 
three. Perhaps the difference can best be shown by this incident. Before 
the 1910 reunion some of us were dining and planning at the Prince- 

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ton Club in New York and when the size of the assessment came up 
one of the men said that after seven years out of college everybody 
should be earning enough to pay any amount required. In those seven 
years my gross earnings were something under $50. Instead, those 
seven years were spent in painful and painstaking grubbing after 
knowledge. The first four were spent in the College of Physicians and 
Surgeons in New York where eight of us ran a triangular race with 
equal numbers from Yale and Harvard. 

In 1907 we were graduated with our M.D.'s and our paths separated. 
Mine led to St. Luke's Hospital where for two years and a half I 
worked under man}' of the finest physicians and surgeons in the country 
gaining the practical experience necessary before I launched myself on 
an unsuspecting public. This I followed up with four months at the 
Lying-in-Hospital where among other things I learned how to work all 
day long and then keep it up most of the night. And then, seven years 
out of college and old enough to know better, I was out in the world at 
last and where most of you were back in June 1903. I hung out my 
shingle beside the door where in years gone by had hung those of my 
grandfather and my uncle and I was ready to help Mrs. Brown bring 
Johnnie through the measles or cure the bunion on Mrs. Jones' foot. 
For days on end I waited for my first patient and then at last I was 
definitely entered on the practice of medicine. After a while I was 
paying for my own clothes and a little later joined the class of bloated 
bondholders by being registered as the owner of a second-hand "Ford." 
Blessings on her, she hit the scrapheap long ago but before that she was 
my companion to many a bedside, and served me well through the early 
days. Now a second car is showing signs of impending dissolution 
but between them they have carried me some 35,000 miles. When I 
figure that out in tires and gasoline and then still find a balance in the 
bank I feel that I am in a way successful. 

Shortly after starting I obtained a position in the Quarantine Service 
of the Port of New York and served through the time when cholera 
raged in Italy and made vain efforts to get into New York. We exam- 
ined over 30,000 prospective citizens to see that they did not bring 
cholera along with them. More recently we have had to work at keep- 
ing bubonic plague out of the country. 

Another feature of my work, too, has proved interesting and brings 
in a certain increment. The man in charge of the X-ray machine at 
our hospital died rather suddenly and with a technical knowledge equal 
to that of a small boy, I applied for the position and received it. Since 
then I have learned a little more about it and if you break your leg I 
can show you just how it looks. But after all I like the old-fashioned 
family doctor part of it best when I look down little Mary's throat and 
find out why Jimmy coughs and stop Jennie's stomachache. Sometimes 
I dream of how fine it would be to rival the Osier's and Mayo's and 
have my name go down to posterity, but then when Mrs. Brown thinks 
that she cannot possibly rear her family without my help and Mrs. 
Jones won't let anyone but me operate when Johnnie has the appen- 
dicitis and Mr. Thompson comes through alive after the priest has 
given him the last rites and goes back to providing the food for all the 
little Thompsons, there is a satisfaction in being an old fashioned 
family doctor. 

There is one big drawback. I must stay eternally on the job. or 
perhaps someone breaks a leg and because I am away goes to my rival 

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on the next street. Because of that I have seen very Httle of any of the 
class since I have been down here. For that reason I am very anxious 
to get the letters of the class just to know what they are doing with 
themselves. 

My blessing on 1903 and all her men. May her shadow never grow 
less. 

Yours for 1903 and Princeton, 

William R. Janeway. 




ARTHUR CARLETON JENVEY 

p r 82 Nusa St., Piedmont, Oakland, Cal. 

b care F. C. Havens, 13th and Broadway, Oakland, Cal. 

Real Estate Business 



Oakland, Cal., July 31, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

Your statistical blank is just in and I am endeavoring to make up for 
past delinquency by startling promptness in this case. 

After leaving the east last September I have been very much 
on the go and my mail has not always been able to keep pace. 

After graduating from college I spent eight very happy years with 
the New Jersey Zinc Co. in the producing end of their business. I was 
in charge at one time and another of two of their manufacturing 
departments namely oxide and spelta. The confinement of mill work 
rather told on me so when an offer on this coast came, I accepted. 

I am now located with F. C. Havens, a large real estate man on this 
side of the big U. S. My work is extremely interesting. We have 
many thousand acres of land in this wonderful country and my work 
is the general supervision of all the outside work. We have a great deal 
of ranch land, have started a big automobile road on the east of the 
Piedmont Hills overlooking San Francisco Bay which should be very 
famous some day. We have hundreds of acres planted in eucalyptus 
trees, two saw mills, etc. So you see with a wide diversity of work 
covering a large territory, time does not hang very heavily on our 
hands. 

My military record is rather lengthy, but I suppose that is all you 

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require. Have rather an old time idea that it is j'oung America's duty 
to serve their time in a mihtary way. 

Good luck to you in your Titan task of keeping the Studes lined up. 
Sincerely yours, 

Arthur C. Jenvey. 




JOHN AGEE JESS 

p 726 South 2nd St., Springfield, 111. 

r Jarbidge, Nevada 

b 1417 First National Bank, Chicago, 111. 

Mining Engineer 



Jarbidge, Nevada, Nov. 4, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Your persistent efforts to make the Decennial Record a big success 
are deserving of the best support of even the busiest man in the class. 
I am not mentioning anybody, but I will say that this conclusion has 
been arrived at after receiving your n'th, and probably last personal 
appeal to "come through." 

I have been so far and for so long removed from the centers of 
civilization that my letter will have to be merely a chronology of my 
own doings since graduation. 

After spending about a year doing a turn about the country and 
looking over the field of endeavor, I met Ab Speer in Colorado where 
he was attending the School of Mines, and in 1904 entered the same 
school. For several years and after leaving the school we were to- 
gether much of the time in Arizona, Colorado, Nevada and Utah, w'here 
we operated various mines, and did some examination work. During 
this time Doc Roys and Kenn Coolbaugh spent several months with us. 

In 1908 Ab took up electrical engineering in Colorado and now has 
charge of a number of plants in that state and Nebraska. 

For the past three years I have been field engineer for some Chicago 
people, and the first year of this work took me to Alaska, where I 
covered the Kaini Peninsula, Copper River and Prince William Sound 
countries. Travel in the winter was mostly by dog sled, and it is a 
very comfortable way to travel when you have a good "musher" and 
the trail is good. 

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Dogs are valuable in Alaska in the winter, and perhaps it was this 
fact that led a citizen of Valdez to try to use one of the wild and less 
expensive animals for draught purposes. 

He hitched a native black bear tandem with a dog to an ordinary 
dog sled. The experiment was successful so far as the bear power 
was considered, but the team became unmanageable before a number of 
bear hunting dogs, and the musher soon saw his whole outfit dangling 
from a telephone pole. 

From Seattle to Cordova I had as a fellow passenger, E. M. Staun- 
ton '95, who was bound for Fairbanks in the Government service. 
Later I met at Landlock, W. A. Dickey '85, and went through his 
copper mine. 

Subsecjuent to this Dickey and I were traveling on a coast boat one 
night when we noticed a young man aboard who seemed to have the 
close attention of most of the passengers and crew who were in the salon. 
Only a few of his words were audible to us but at a time when his 
audience were looking him over with seemingly credulous admiration 
we caught "the Princeton Track Team," and later upon investigation 
found he was Carrington Weems "07. But we never have learned what 
he was saying about the track team. 

Weems stayed with me for a month that spring and we had some 
fine times together hunting bear and goat. 

Since leaving Alaska my time has been entirely taken up with metal 
mine examinations and some development work. At present I am 
just bringing into the producing class a gold quartz mine in this camp. 

Nig Cooper is located in Eureka, Nevada, where he has charge of 
some mining work. I have had the pleasure of seeing him several times 
this year. Also I had a visit last New Year in my home town with 
Art Morris. These are the only classmates I have come across in 
several years, outside of Chicago. 

Faithfully yours, 

John A. Jess. 




JAMES VANDEGRIFT JOHNSON 

p b 820 State National Bank Building, Little Rock, Ark. 
r 507 E. 7th St., Little Rock, Ark. 



Lawyer. Reporter of Supreme Court of Arkansas 



Little Rock, Ark., Aug. i, 19 13. 
Dear Whitney : 

You have asked of us a hard thing — this business of writing a bio- 
graphical sketch and having our pictures taken. To those of us who 
live in the South, or in Chicago, or in some other warm region, a 
compliance with your printed request Number Three can only be made 
after a vigorous exercise of our faculty of class spirit. 

No man ever likes to have his picture taken ; no sane member of 
the Class of 1903 can possibly derive pleasure from mounting the 
steep steps of some picture "Gallery" and suffocating amid a forest of 
shaded panels and tapestries, to which no breath of air can penetrate, 
while an American with a French-sounding name advises him to watch 
cautiously for the appearance of some ornithological myth. Who at 
the fag end of July could willingly put on his best wool coat, sit in a 
rickety chair, with a Spanish Inquisitorial pitchfork clasping the back 
of his head, his neck bent at a peculiarly trying angle, his hands clasped 
before him like a shy debutante and be inspected and poked by the artist 
and commented upon by the artist's wife (who, bless her heart, has vi- 
sions of the money she is going to get out of you) who smiles upon you 
with a sort of benediction until you want to fly at her and choke her? 
Who could do all this? Only those of us with an excess of class spirit. 
This, my dear Whitney, is the miseiy that you have inflicted upon those 
of us who will respond to your peremptory demand for a thoroughly 
modern photograph, new mustache, and all. 

Then the matter of the autobiography is baffling; however, the world 
would be indeed poor were it not for a number of autobiographies. 
We read with delight the egotistical volumes that Ben Franklin has 
written about himself ; the spice of the pages of Bernhardt; the humor 
and pathos of Mark Twain ; the ingenuity of Benvenuto Cellini and the 
beauty of St. Gaudens. But fancy the result of working into one 
volume three hundred and fifty odd autobiographies ! You are plan- 
ning, my dear fellow, to rival in your editorial work the five-foot shelf 
of Dr. EHot, or some of the wonderful compilations of Funk & 
Wagnalls. 

A number of us in the class are certainly embarrassed by having to 
admit that we are still celibate. We are in this dilemma ; we are either 
fools and have wasted ten years, or we have not had on our Princeton 
fighting clothes and have permitted ourselves to be defeated when 
within the shadow of the goal posts. We cannot answer on the printed 
inquiry as to the nature of the Academic Degrees conferred upon our 
father-in-law, and, as for the pictures of our children, the most liberal 
futurist cannot paint them. We are forced to admit that during these 
ten years, either we have had such indigestion as to render our disposi- 
tions intolerable, or that we have lost our Princeton courage. Using 
legal phraseology, I indict myself under the above remarks. I confess 
to a feeling of chagrin, when I was obliged to omit the name of any 
wife, of any children, of any father-in-law, when answering the list of 
questions. I await the Record with interest to see how many others 
in the class have likewise continued to refuse allegiance to the precepts 
of the sage of Oyster Bay. 

After which introductory remarks, I will close this letter by stating 
that in the matter of worldly preferment, I have had my share of 
success. I went to the Law School at Harvard in company with a 
splendid lot of 1903 men, whose friendship I value highly; my name 

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appears second in a good law firm in this city and I have had good 
fortune in the practice; I have sent one man to Princeton, who was 
graduated, and have held and assisted in holding the Princeton entrance 
examinations for several years ; I have made public and private talks 
and speeches in the interest of the University ; I have tried, in all 
things, to be loyal to Princeton and to the Class and I am more proud 
of being a Princeton man than of anything else; I voted for Woodrow 
Wilson, and, as A'ice-President of the Arkansas Woodrow Wilson Club, 
for a period of six months, I enjoyed a state of vast political promi- 
nence among my friends ; but I have never gone in for politics, anrl eight 
months ago received the appointment of a life-time job with the 
Supreme Court, which is proving itself to be attractive and valuable. 

Altogether, at the end of our first ten years, I find myself a fairly 
contented person, and it gives me great pleasure, therefore, to sub- 
scribe myself 

Most faithfully yours, 

James V. Johnson. 




p b 910 Garrett Bid, 
r Eccleston, Md. 



BARTLETT F. JOHNSTON 

Baltimore, Md. 



m Ellen Whitridge Shoemaker, Oct. 5, 1907 
Bartlett F., Jr., b Aug. 5, 1908 
Samuel Shoemaker, b June 17, 1910 
Ellen Whitridge, b June 11, 191 1 
Andrew Whitridge, b Feb. 7, 1914 

Engineer and Contractor 



Baltimore Md., Oct. 28, 1913. 
My dear Darrow : 

Your telegram received. It is very hard to write a letter and it will 
take too long to tell about the life of a contractor. As you know, I was 
extremely bright and graduated in two years but my brains stopped 
working after I did such a stunt and it has taken me all of these years 

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to partially recuperate. I have now three children, two boys and one 
girl and they have all promised to be brighter than their father. 

With best wishes and trusting that I may see you soon again, I 
remain, 

Yours of Nineteen Hundred and Three, 

B,-\RT Johnston. 




HARRISON JOHNSTON, JR. 

Columbus, Miss. 

3827 Troost Ave., Kansas City, A'lo. 

527 Xew York Life Bldg., Kansas City, 



Mo. 



Lawyer 



Kansas City, Mo., Aug. 26, 191 3. 
My dear Darrow and Classmates : 

I find passing the statistical examination easier than writing this 
letter. I understand from Bulletin No. 2, just received, that the heat 
and drouth in the Southwest will be no excuse for failure to get into 
this Mid-summer Album, so I hasten to say : 

I have been in the general practice of law in Ivansas City now for 
nine years. They have been long ones too. I left Princeton in our 
Junior year and entered the Law Department of the University of 
Michigan, graduating in 1904 and came here in that year. The climate 
and I could not get along together in my part of the country, 
Mississippi. 

Starting as a young lawyer in a city, without acquaintance or con- 
nection has been sung in song, and some day I am going to write 
another verse for that tune. On coming to Kansas City, I got a posi- 
tion without pay, in the office of Mr. James A. Reed's firm, now U. S. 
Senator Reed of this state. After a time I was given a small salary, 
and within a year started into general practice by myself, or rather 
practicing on jjad bills and uncontested divorce suits. My office has 
i)een in the same building, but with different associates, during all 
this time. This being all in the family — I can now say that I feel that 
I am emerging from the Dismal Swamp. When I ascend any political 
or professional Parnassus, 3'ou will hear of it through other channels. 

iSS 



I have seen very little of the Class of 1903, although Kansas City is a 
gateway for East and West traffic. Some years ago Mclntyre Fraser 
violated his conservatism and wrote me that he would pass through 
Kansas City but the incident closed without my seeing him; and I met 
by chance John Ireland on the streets here, and later John Armstrong. 

I attended one reunion of the class at Princeton in 1906, and occa- 
sionally the Princeton Club of this section has a meet here. Now and 
then I greet my fellow townsmen Bill Shelly and John Long (the 
latter coursing in a big runabout) and note their respective prosperity. 

Let any of the class who travel this way wire me and I will show 
them the handsomest and busiest city in the West and renew our ancient 
amity. 

With personal regards, and wishes for immense success to every 
member of the class, 

I am very truly, 

LIarrison Joi-inston, Jr. 




HENRY T. KAYS 

pb 6 Park PL, Xewton, X. J. 
r 67 High St., Newton, N. J. 

Lawyer 

Plenry has served a term as member of the New Jersey State Legisla- 
ture and was reelected in November, 1913. His hobbv is tennis and he 
is President of the Newton Tennis Club. 



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CADWELL BENSON KEENEY 

p rb 427 Springfield Ave., Summit, N. J. 

m Grace T. Parrot, June 17, 1909 
Mary, b June 5, 1912 

Physician 

Cad. graduated from P. & S. in 1907. From 1907 to 1909 he was 
Interne in the New York Post-Graduate Plospital. Since then he has 
been practicing i-n Summit. He is a member of the Highland Club and 
Canoebrook Country Club. 




WILLIS PRITCHARD KENNEY 

p 5123 Westminster PL, St. Louis, ]Mo. 

Artist 

St. Louis, Mo., Sept. 4, 191 3. 
My dear Mr. Darrow : 

I took up the study of art in 1903. I have studied the galleries 



from Rome up to Amsterdam and London and I find in the profession 
of art a great medium through which to cross hands through the 
centuries with noted people of the past. The field of art also acquaints 
one with certain personal characteristics and qualties to a degree not 
found in any other medium of expression. 

I have located in the West and intend to grow up with the country. 

The career of an artist is essentially an uphill one especially in the 
west, but I am still living in the hope of possible exemption from being 
a mere skull in the catacombs of eternity. 
Sincerely, 

W. P. Kenney. 



CHARLES W. KENNEDY 

prb Princeton, X. J. 

m Lucy Baldwin A\'alradt, June 3, 191 1 
Assistant Professor of English Princeton LIniversity 

CHARLES A. KNOX 

p r b Ridgefield Park, N. J. 



m Josephine L. Dalrymple, Sept. 27, 1905 
Charles A., Jr.. b Feb. 8, 1908 
William D.,"b March 8, 1909 

Phvsician 




EDWARD PRENTISS KNOX 

prb 84 Cornelia St., Utica, N. Y. 
Artist 



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Ridgefield Park, N. J. 
Dear Whit and Classmates : 

My record of occupation since leaving college is too diverse to go in 
for any detailed accounting. Unless viewed as experiences preparatory 
to work in some field of special endeavor what I would have to tell of 
would seem useless or inconsecjuential except to a very few. For this 
reason I shall have to beg ofi: and merely say that the past ten years 
have given much that I would not have missed for the most lucrative 
post in the world. Ten years out find a man but entering into the Junior 
period of Alumnusship and ten years more will find his record more 
complete. Good luck and best wishes to all. I came late to the reunion 
and was there for but one day. But that alone was enough to quicken 
every particle of love and loyalty I ever had for '03 and my hopes are 
high that I may live to do her justice. God bless the Class ! 
Ever sincerely, 
Edward Knox (otherwise known as "Teddy"). 

V. SMITH KRAEGER 

pb 44 Court St., Brooklyn, N. Y. 

Lawyer 




RICHARD RANDOLPH LAKE 

p r 1708 Ridge Ave., Evanston, 111. 
b 41 So. La Salle St., Chicago, 111. 

Traveler 



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EVERT OSTRANDER LANSING 

p r b Romulus, N. Y. 

m Emma Grace Dey, June lo, 1908 

Rosamond Adalene, b Jan. 26, 1914 

Farmer 

Romulus, N. Y., Sept. 23, 1913. 
My dear Darrow : 

I am a farmer, and have been these many years. All of which is to 
say that I have been busy since we smoked the parting pipe. What of 
it? Why, nothing — excepting that to write you a letter as to the time 
that has passed since I left the classmen in 1903 seems difficult aside 
from the simple statement I have set down above. 

A mere handful of words as to a simple life. There you have it. 
And possibly it would be well to add "Yours truly" and put down 
my pen. 

A simple Hfe. Yes, in Charles Wagner's sense. There may be a 
further word. My life, the farmer's life, is crammed with details that 
while interesting are also often perplexing — indeed downright vexing._ 

In his tales, Reeve throws into popular dress the application of princi- 
ples not generally known and while entertaining teaches. There are 
countless curious and interesting facts and combinations of principles 
many often hardly understood as yet that make constant puzzles for 
the husbandman and lend to his life color and attraction. 

Moreover the life is a useful sort producing more than consuming 
and so contributing to the welfare of the world. The work must be 
done. This is the hearts ease of the life I am leading and helps me to 
be contented although never satisfied. 

I am yours faithfully, 

Evert O. Lansing. 



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PHILIP HOFFMAN LANTZ 

p b B. & O. R. R,, Operating Dept., Baltimore, Md. 
r Washington Apartments, Baltimore, Md. 

m Frances Carroll, Nov. 8, 1913 

Supervisor Operating Contracts B. & O. R. R. 

Baltimore, Oct. 28, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Have a breathing space for a few minutes and will try to comply with 
your peremptorily urgent request for a letter. My work keeps me very 
busy indeed and to that, particularly of late, must be added affairs of 
extreme personal interest so that almost without knowing it, I am 
daily emulating the exemplary bee. By the same token let us disregard 
the past (we went over all that at Reunion ) and talk about the present. 

I am in the service of the B. & O. Railroad, live in Baltimore and 
expect to continue both indefinitely. Somewhere on a chart in the Third 
A^ice-President's file my name appears with the handle. Supervisor of 
Operating Contracts. Now with all that to carry I would have no 
possible excuse for not hustling. It is desired to enter into an agree- 
ment with another Road for the joint use of trackage or facilities (it 
seems as though someone developed that impulse every few minutes) ; 
very well, it is for me to get up a form intended to cover the situation, 
submit it to the heads of various interested departments to have holes 
punched in it and the stuffing kicked out of it. When the child returns, 
it has to be all put together and carefully nursed and one day a real 
contract is the outcome. But while this is in process, each one of the 
hundreds of agreements in operation, some very old, must be closely 
reviewed to determine whether changed conditions do not warrant their 
revision. This may sound a little dry but is extremely interesting work. 
One of its features is charting it up in a way to show, costs, that is, per 
car mile, train mile passenger or ton, as the case may be and drawing 
comparisons on a plain business basis. You know how you pursue the 
dollar daily and puzzle over scouping in two instead of one. Well, you 
wouldn't believe it if I told you how eager a railroad is to scoup in 
more and shell out less. That last — reducing operating costs — is what 

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I am engaged in along with everybody else and I am very glad to be 
able to point with pride (not view with alarm like the Senator from 
Mississippi) to the showing made since last May by the bureau that 
has been intrusted to me. Have had one promotion and another is 
intimated. 

Before your worthy Record goes to press, I shall have settled down 
comfortably in this good conservative town for a long stay, as long as 
one working for a railroad can calculate, for you never know when a 
transfer is coming. When my work takes me out on line I always try 
to look up classmates, but I suppose we could all put that theory in 
better practice at home. 

Sincerely, 

Philip H. Lantz. 




J. STUART LAWRANCE 

p rb Tribune Bldg., Greensburg, Pa. 

m Florence Anna McCarthy, Oct. 28, 1912 
Son, b Sept. 1913 

Physician 

Greensburg, Pa., Dec. 7, 1913. 
Dear Darrow : 

I left Princeton at end of Sophomore year with the intentions of 
entering a Medical School, but before doing so worked for a while. 
Graduated M.D. in 1905, University of Pennsylvania. Served a year as 
a Resident in State Hospital, Scranton. Went to Vienna to study 
obstetrics and gynecology, remained two years. Took the L.M. (Rot.) 
in Dublin, March, 1908. Returned to Philadelphia, and worked under 
Noble one year; and then came here. October 28, 1912, married Flor- 
ence Anna McCarthy of Philadelphia. We have now a son aged 
3 months. 

Sincerely yours, 

J. Stuart Lawrance. 



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LOUIS WILLIAM LAYTON 

p Newton, N. J. 

r 1051 Ardmore Ave., Edgewater, 111. 

h 230 W. Washington St., Chicago, 111. 

m Gertrude Barry Hill, Sept. 7. 1912 

Katharine Hill, b June 15, 1913 

General traffic Supervisor American Telephone and Telegraph 
Co., Chicago 



Chicago, 111., Oct. 27, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

This, then, is the answer to your persistent, praiseworthy, and 
popular appeals : 

My principal business affiliations during the decade (let us not say 
"decadence") have been with the Utopian yet octopian organization 
familiarl}' flouted as the Bell Telephone Trust. 

My peregrinations (Vide H. G. Leach), my hesitations, and their 
chronology, are as stated below ; an asterisk indicating a long enough 
stop to become acquainted with Main Street, some Village Queens 
and Simple Students. Date, place and items of interest follow : 

1903 — New York, N. Y. Once more a Freshman ; the Hall-room 
period. 

1904 — Boston, Mass.* Still learning. 

1905 — Buffalo, N. Y., and Environs. Grape juice country and era. 

1906-7 — Washington, D. C.'' Took on a title here; (officially, not 
politically or family.) 

1907 — Philadelphia, Pa. Rested here a couple of months. 

1907 — Columbus, O. Midway to the Wild and Woolly West. 

1907-11 — Indianapolis, Ind.* "Regular Job" here; lots of "studes" ; 
met her here. 

1911-13 — Chicago, 111.* Married and daughtered here. Looks like 
a long linger. 

For the sake of brevity I have omitted about fifty way-stations where 
I became acquainted mainly with the best hotels and the best ways out. 

I'm not claiming the long distance record either for miles traveled 

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or for remoteness, but I do hazard a guess that I have had so-called 
homes in as many places as the majority, for each one of the towns I 
have listed had to be approached and made up to as though it were to 
become my permanent domicile. You will note that my grand average 
is a little over a year to a town. (And I wasn't run out of any of them, 
at that ! ) 

If this epistle is too late, or too punk, or too tedious, let me quote that 
grand old reunion slogan : "Let him that is without shame cast the 
first stein." 

As ever sincerely, 

Louis W. Layton. 

Let me congratulate you on the wording of your "nite" letter, i.e., 
giving me my money's worth by getting in the full fifty words ! (only 
one "the" and no "a"s and "of"s ). L. W. L. 




HENRY GODDARD LEACH 

p Cape May, N. J. 

r 27 W. 44th St., New York City 

b 507 Fifth Ave., New York City 

Secretary American Scandinavian Foundation 

New York, N. Y., Aug. 30, 1913. 
Dear Classmates : 

Soon after the graduation I discovered that my ruling passion in life 
was the call of the North — Denmark, Norway and Sweden. Reading 
the Sagas and Eddas convinced me that everyone in America ought to 
do the same. I maintained that ski-ing in Norway was the greatest 
sport in the world, that there are ho painters like the Swedish painters, 
and that the Danish girls are the prettiest girls, after our own. You may 
remember that Swedish poem I wrote in College which Pax Hibben 
was so fond of quoting. While not competing in any way with Pax or 
with Arthur Reeve, I have managed to get into the magazines a number 
of articles about things Scandinavian : Danish forests, Swedish dancing, 
Icelandic Sagas. 

For two years I was a master of Groton School, for seven years 
student and instructor at Flarvard. In 1912 I came to New York to 

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act as Secretary of the American Scandinavian Foundation, a newly 
endowed institution for promoting educational relations between the 
United States and Scandinavia. Among other activities I have had to 
arrange an exchange of students and professors between those coun- 
tries and America, to pilot an art exhibit and a concert, to edit a 
magazine, Ti-ie American Scandinavian Review, and launch a series 
of books. The Scandinavian Classics. 

This work has taken me altogether too much out of the range of my 
classmates. For nearly two years I actually lived in Scandinavia, 
dividing my time between mountain expeditions on ski and reading 
Icelandic Manuscripts, squatting in tents of the Laps and dining in 
feudal castles. In fact in the very days of the Decennial last June I 
was bowing my way out of the presence of the three Scandinavian 
Kings, most estimable gentlemen, with whom one cannot, however, 
feel on the same easy terms as with one's classmates. In spite of all 
I am still hoping to find a wife on this side of the Atlantic. 
Sincerely yours, 

Henry Goddard Leach. 

ARTHUR C. LEDERER 

Address unknown 




VIVIAN CLARK LEFTWICH 

p 211 So. Charles St., Baltimore, Md. 
r 12 East Preston St., Baltimore, Md. 
b Keyser Bldg., Baltimore, Md. 

General Manager Pyrene Manufacturing Co., Assistant Mana- 
ger Tobacco Warehouses B. & O. R. R. 



Baltimore, Md., Oct. 24, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

I hesitated for a long time before writing you along the lines indi- 
cated in the printed form you sent out telling "just exactly what I have 
been doing and thinking," and finally sat down and wrote you a long 
and beautiful letter, in which I practically unburdened my soul. I then 
remembered your expressed intention of publishing these epistles in 
the Record, and thought of all those rabbits who left Princeton ten 

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years ago and scattered themselves all over the face of the globe, and 
said to myself : ''I'll be d d if I do," and tore it up. 

Now here comes another of those plaintive notes from that stenog- 
rapher of yours — and incidentally I notice she doesn't send Iter picture — 
saying that she wants to give you a surprise party. Well, Whit, I am 
almost sorry I tore up my first letter. However, I trust this will arrive 
in time to receive the promised piece of blue ribbon. 

Here is my picture. I had to borrow it from a girl, so for goodness 
sake send it back when you are through with it, and don't let "Mae" 
get hold of it. The photograph of the children will follow, but don't 
hold up the publication of the Record for it. Do you want them sepa- 
rately or en masse? 

If this letter is to be in the nature of an autobiographical sketch, I 
suppose you are beginning to feel like the healthy old sea captain who 
had an attack of indigestion, and was told by the doctor to go on a 
diet. At dinner, that evening, after finishing the milk toast and tea, 

he turned to his steward and said: "I've eaten the d d diet, now 

bring on my dinner." 

Well there is really not much to tell. I mean there is much, but not 
to tell. I started in with the B. & O. after leaving college, and have 
been with it ever since. Aside from that I am feeling all right. By the 
way of finding an outlet for my enormous energy and versatility I 
became Secretary and Treasurer of a cigarette company, and as my 
duties called for my handling the funds and not the products of the 
company, I didn't smoke myself to death. However, the company went 
broke. Some blamed it on the competitive methods of the Trust. I am 
now interested in a fire extinguisher called Pyrene. It is a wonderful 
thing, guaranteed to put out every kind of fire but one. (If they 
succeed in perfecting it in that respect I will have one sent to several 
members of the Glorious Class I have in mind.) 

As to my domestic life, it has thus far been rather uneventful. I 
have neither a wife nor an automobile, as I understand they are both 
pretty expensive luxuries, and when I think of the frequency with 
which I have been receiving requests emanating from Princeton for 
contributions and donations to build dormitories, cut the grass on the 
campus, and for the privilege of being an alumnus, the outlook for 
either of these luxuries seems discouraging. I am reminded of the old 
nigger who was continually complaining about his wife asking him for 
money. One day it was "Sam, gimme a dollar," then "Sam, gimme 
fifty cents," and so on. Finally his boss said : "Sam, she must keep 
you broke all the time." "No," said Sam, "not exactly. I ain't never 
give her none yet." Well, I have not emulated Sam up to this time, 
on the contrary, quite the reverse, as the sea-sick lady said when asked 
if she had dined, but if I should at any time take the matrimonial 
plunge, and it comes to the question of a new dormitory or a new set 
of furs, it wouldn't take much of a prognosticator to guess the 
answer. 

By the way, you mention that the Class Record is going to be free, 
gratis, without cost. I can't help thinking of a friend of mine here in 
Baltimore, who, whenever anyone ofifers him a cigar looks at it for a 
minute and says : "What's the matter with it ?" 

Hoping you are the same, 

Sincerely yours, 

V. C. I.EFTWICH. 

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EDWIN F. LEIGH 

p b Care The Marion Malleable Iron Works, Marion, Ind. 
r 702 W. First St., Marion, Ind. 

m Maud W. Norris, Nov. 21, 1906 

Edward Norris, b Oct. 8, 1907 

General Manager Marion Malleable Iron Works 

Marion, Ind., Nov. 10, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

lour several communications by letter, wire and tair amanuensis 
have deserved more prompt acknowledgment and attention, but I 
have been away much of the time and one thing after another has 
intervened so that instead of being one of the first to comply with your 
request, as I intended to be, I now find that I am one of the few 
delincjuents. 

My life history since leaving college ten years ago has been in a 
measure uneventful and yet I presume has had the full complement of 
pleasures and sorrows which are the lot of all men and all of which we 
are told help to develop and round out our characters. 

Immediately after Commencement in 1903 I was sent out to Prescott, 
Arizona, to look after some mining interests for my father and inci- 
dentally to rough it a bit and learn what real life was out in the wide, 
wide world. 

The first year and a half of my stay was at a little mining camp 
called the Mohawk, which is about sixty miles south of Prescott in the 
Bradshaw range of mountains. The life of a mining camp is rather 
rough at best, as those of the boys who have been through it know, 
and the contrast between the refined and classic precincts at Princeton 
and this mining camp was most marked. 

In December, 1905, it was decided to shut down the mine and I moved 
into Prescott, expecting to return East at once. It was the wish of 
the people back East, however, that I remain on the ground as at that 
time they expected to resume operations shortly. I accordingly took 
employment with the Prescott Electric Company who furnished the 



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electric light, telephone and street car service for the city of Prescott 
and surrounding country, where I remained until ]\Iay 1906. 

In February of this year I was taken sick with typhoid fever and 
confined to the Hospital until the middle of May, at which time I 
returned East just in time to attend our triennial reunion at Princeton. 
In September of the same year I obtained a position in the Sales 
Department of the Chicago Railway Equipment Company at Chicago. 
On November 21st of this year I went out to Prescott where I was 
married to Miss Maud Norris. In October, 1907, our little boy Norris 
was born. 

In April, 1909, I left the Chicago Railway Equipment Company and 
organized the Holland A^eneer Works of Holland, Michigan and Chi- 
cago. This venture proved a disastrous one both to my friends and 
me. The Company lasted only a year owing to the incompetency of 
my associates who had charge of the practical and mechanical end of 
the venture. During this year at Holland our little daughter Lois 
was born. 

I left Holland in September, 19 10, to resume my old position in 
Chicago with the Chicago Railway Equipment Company, this year at 
Holland having left me rich in experience but in extremely bad shape 
financially, and it will be some time yet before I am out of the woods. 

In November, 1910, I was delegated to make an inspection trip for 
my Company over the Harriman Lines, starting from Chicago and going 
West through Omaha, Cheyenne, Salt Lake City up to the Pacific 
Northwest, back down the coast of California and around over the 
Southern Pacific to New Orleans and to Chicago. 

Unfortunately I had no directory nor idea as to where any of the 
boys in the West were located. In Omaha, however, I found Glen 
Wharton, who is the same man of affairs only more so than he was 
when in college. In Spokane I found Irish Boyd who was connected 
with the Electric & Water Power Co. there. From Irish I got news 
of several of the boys who had been up in that part of the country and 
we had a generally good reunion. 

I returned to Chicago early in February and resumed the life of a 
pedler. In February we lost our little daughter Lois and when in 
September we were sent down here to Marion both Mrs. Leigh and I 
were glad of the change of scene. I took up the work here on the 
first of October, 1912, and expect to be here for some time to come. 
This plant is a subsidiary of the Chicago Railway Equipment Com- 
pany, being one of the several plants which manufacture the raw 
material which goes into the products of the parent company. 

It was indeed a great treat to get back for our reunion last June and 
has meant a great deal to me and I look forward with much pleasure 
to 1918 when we get together once more. 

I fear that this report is rather prosaic and will sutler by comparison 
with those of the Class who have made a more creditable showing 
for the ten years they have been out of college. 

With the best of good wishes for you and all members of the Class, 
I am, 

Xery sincerely, 

Edwin F. Leigh. 



PHILIP NEWBOLD LE ROY 

p b West End Trust Bldg., Philadelphia, Pa. 
r St. Martins, Chestnut Hill, Pa. 

Assistant Treasurer Employers Indemnit}- Co., of Philadelphia 

Philadelphia, Pa., Nov. 5, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

I received your several telegrams and letters including one from 
Mae Belle Kelleher, whoever she is. I have been away for several 
weeks on a business trip, and this is the first chance I have had to 
write an answer to you. I will be obliged if you will advise "Mae Bell" 
that I am now answering you. I do not feel that I know her well 
enough to write to her. 

I assume that it is now too late for me to have a picture taken for the 
Class Record, so I have unearthed a picture taken of me in cricket togs 
several years ago, and will send that to you under separate cover. It is 
very likely all for the best as I have increased considerably in weight 
in the last two or three years. The picture is rather a decorative one. 
You may therefore if you wish cut out the scenery, or you may use 
the scenery cutting out myself. My suggestion is however, that you 
use the whole picture to put on the cover of the Record. 

I am afraid that a history of my life would make rather uninteresting 
reading. The only thing of importance that has happened to me 
recently was being mistaken for Wally Shang. I was standing in the 
West Philadelphia Station several Sunday mornings ago, waiting to 
take a train, when an old man walked up to me and shook hands 
warmly, congratulating me on my performance the previous day, telling 
me that I was the best catcher in the world. I explained that I was 
not Mr. Shang, but he did not believe me as he had been informed that 
I was, by several lads (whom I afterwards found to be University of 
Pennsylvania students). The afifair left me with a very pleasant 
sensation as they were handing out to each one of the Athletics' team 
that morning checks for $3,000. 

I expect to be at the Harvard game this Saturday and hope that I 
may have a chance to say "How dee do." 
Sincerely, 

Ppiilip Le Roy. 



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HOWARD REGISTER LEVICK, JR. 

p 720 Chestnut St., Philadelphia, Pa. 
b r Mazatlin, Sin, Mexico 

Real Estate, jNIining, Exporter, Ranch Operator 

Buz went back to iVIexico in the fall after Decennial and has not 
written since. The winning of the Long Distance Cup must have been 
too much for him. We hope for a long article on the Mexican situation 
by Buz in the next Tin Horn. 

ALFRED (FITCH) STRONG LEWIS 

p 305 No. Emporia Ave., Wichita, Kans. 
b Hachita, N. M. 

m Wilhelmina Minerva McKinney, Dec. 9, 1908 

Farmer and Rancher 

Hachita, N. M., Aug. 27, 1913. 
My dear Darrow : 

If I had twelve cold bottles to break along with my twelve years' 
silence I might become poetic about the eleventh hour and write some- 
thing really worth while. But having only the desire and not the 
bottles I will try to write a few lines unaided. 

As it is, my voice crying out in the wilderness will probably express 
more my personal anguish over my just, but not altogether pleasant, 
fate than any tidings of interest to the class, the Tin Horn, or any 
other gambling institution. 

About the only quality worth mentioning that I have developed 
since leaving the Halls of Learning is that mucilaginous quality called 
sticking to it. I have stuck to it and now it is sticking to me. 

I came down here in 1905 armed with an E.M. donated by the 
Colorado School of Mines. I am still here. ]\Iy range has been about 
100 miles north and south by 30 miles east and west. 

The pursuit of mining rather than the pursuit of happiness has been 
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my vocation; or reduced to the second differential I could say the 
pursuit of phantoms has been my fate rather than my luck. Not being 
satisfied with one kind of a phantom I went out in search of strange 
phantoms. I shortly found one and wishing to spread my resources 
around a little more I entered the field of Dry Farming. Well, there 
has been too much rain for a first-class dry farm and not enough for 
any kind of a wet farm so I am branching out a little further and 
accumulating some live stock. I say accumulating but for a time this 
spring it looked more like de-cumulating. The locoweed and several 
other creatures made such a flourishing business for my cemetery 
that anyone approaching my ranch from that direction would judge 
they were in the outskirts of a million dollar outfit, to tell the truth no 
one but a million dollar outfit could afford such a display and attend 
any Decennial Reunions and as I was not, there should be no further 
excuses necessary. 

I would like to take this opportunity of extending an invitation to 
anyone of the class who wishes a taste of Western life and a breath of 
Western air. While game of various sorts is not abundant, a few 
days' hunting will insure fresh meat and as for an appetite you can 
leave it at home and secure a fresh one immediately upon arrival. 
For further particulars address, etc., etc. 

With kindest regards to all the class, 
As ever, 

Alfred Strong Lewis. 

P. S. — If anyone takes exception to my English, grammar, spelling, 
etc., let him come out and I will match him with any kind of a gun 
or riding a bronc. 

Dec. I, 1913. 
Dear Darrow : 

I get my mail about twice in a lifetime (occasionally three times) 
out here, so please do not hold my delayed answers to your urgent 
communications against me. I would hate to disappoint my enemies by 
failing to get my photographic likeness in the Record. If you insist upon 
having something to fill up the blank space, just prowl around the 
outskirts of Princeton City and take a snapshot of some laborer dressed 
in Bib Levi's old shoes, slough hat and clirty shirt. The likeness will 
be so striking that Kennedy himself would be unable to tell the immi- 
tation from the original. 

Over a month ago I sent a batch of film exposures "Home" to be 
developed. I have to date received no complimentary acknowledg- 
ment of them. Something tells me that they failed to produce the 
expected burst of admiration so I will say no more about it. 

If they should show up I will send them to you, but I am afraid it is 
too late to do anything now. Just take the above suggestion. 
Yours, etc., 

Alf. S. Lewis. 




FRANK HOYT LITTLE 

r Halse}' St., So. Orange, N. J. 

b 381 Fourth Ave., New York City 

m Tacey May Bates, Nov. 11, 1908 

Second A^ice-President Geo. Batten Co., Advertising Agents 

New York, Oct. 31, 191 3. 
My dear Darrow: 

If you hadn't asked me to write of myself I would have answered 
you long ago. 

Your last urgent request for this letter I find on my return from a 
5,000 mile trip of business study through the Southwest. It was also 
my privilege on this trip to address audiences of business men includ- 
ing city and state officials, in St. Louis, Dallas, New Orleans, etc., on the 
subject of Advertising. 

The enthusiastic business "boosting" activity of this section is extra- 
ordinary. 

When in Texas, Randall '03 discovered me and we passed greetings 
on the Long Distance. He is a good Texas booster. 

Pop Long, Bob Burkham and Tom McPheeters, I found standing 
well up at the St. Louis Bar — not the bar you think. 

John Long in Kansas City has proved himself a successful inde- 
pendent business man of that progressive community. 

I saw Al Smith often until I paid over the money for that piece of 
Real Estate he advertised in the Tin Horn — and sold to me. 

As for myself, I've had some very agreeable promotions and am 
still at the same old job I took when I left college — Advertising — with 
George Batten Company, which is one of the largest Advertising 
Agencies in the country. I work nights and days and sometimes 
Sundays. 

I recall that last June even before a fellow swallowed his "first one" 
he felt the ins]3iration of meeting so many of the "greatest class ever" 
at the Decennial and I feel sure it will give us all another '03 inspiration 
to get the Decennial Book. 

When an '03 man comes this way, he may feel very sure that the 



latch-string is out, and he is welcome to make m)- place his '03 
headquarters. 

Sincerely }ours, 

F. H. Little. 

The following article, which was accompanied by Pop's picture 
headed "Expert, who describes Power of Advertising," is clipped 
from the St. Louis Globe-Democrat of Oct. 14, 19(3. 

CALLS DESIRE AD SECRET 



F. H. LITTLE, EASTERN EXPERT, TELLS LE.-VGIIE IT 
IS KEY TO ALL SALES 



TASK LIKE THAT OF ATLAS 



PRAISES NEWSPAPER FOR INCESSANT POWER 
TREMENDOUS FORCE IN ACCOMPLISHING 
PURPOSES 



"The great first power of advertising" lies within man 
and is desire," said F. H. Little, vice-president of the 
George Batten Company, advertising, of New York, 
who addressed the St. Louis Advertising Men's League 
at a noonday luncheon at the City Club yesterday. "And 
moreover, desire is destiny. In the philosophy of the 
world we find this statement everywhere true. 

"Desires are the fundamental instincts of our nature, 
the mainspring of all our actions, the point to which we 
direct our advertising, the reasons why we sell goods. 
Man influences man by the means of knowledge. Fear 
or love sells insurance. Some form of desire sells 
everything that is sold. Therein lies your knowledge 
and your judgment. Therein lies the great mentor of 
success or failure, and finally the science of advertising, 
which we yet see as but through a glass, darkly. 

"Don't think, you who are writers, or you who are 
managers, or you who are advertisers, that yours is 
a 'job.' You should feel as if you were an Atlas, 
supporting the world — provided you don't mistake 
your head for the world that rests on Atlas' shoulders. 
Don't consider that you are a hypnotist with power to 
prey upon poor, benighted humanity, because if you 
can you shouldn't, and if you do it can't last, for there 
are laws of compensation that will bring you up short, 
somewhere. 

"The scores of trade papers, religious papers, agricul- 
tural papers, business publications, cross and recross 
our people in their varying specialized appeals. The 
street car, the bill board and the electric light sign 
talk to us in stage whispers almost when we are not 
looking. The windows of a hundred thousand stores 
may set on fire the desire to buy as easily as a burn- 
ing glass ignites a piece of paper. 

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"But the paper of special appeal must come to realize 
that the trade does not owe it a living, just because the 
paper is named after the trade. And the national 
magazine should go far toward establishing that confi- 
dence as well as interest on the part of their readers 
which will make every advertiser think of the amount 
of prestige and power he is buying, rather than the 
amount of white space. 

"The newspaper, that wonderful, incessant night 
and day working power, should use something besides 
its tremendous brute force. The power of advertising 
is dependent upon the media which it conveys. Truth, 
if never violated in an advertisement, nor by a media, 
will get for you the confidence of buyer and seller, and 
get that confidence so strongly that no good article can 
stop its own sale. And yet do advertisements continue 
to lie, and publishers continue to misquote facts. You 
may now reach a million readers through one medium, 
and if the million were to give but thirty seconds each 
to your full page advertisement there would have been 
spent three years of time on your appeal. Is it any 
wonder that advertising pays, even when moderately 
well done?" 

Mr. Little is on a tour of Western cities, including 
Kansas City, Mo., and Houston and Dallas, Tex., to 
acquire a first-hand knowledge of advertising prospects 
and business conditions generally. 




PETER PAUL LOBIT 

p b Galveston Hardware Co., 23 and Strand, Galveston, Tex. 
r 1 819 Broadway, Galveston, Tex. 

m Essie Mae McCorkle, Juty 2, 1907 
Paul Joseph, b June 17, 1908 
William Edward, b Feb. 13, 1911 

President Galveston Hardware Co. 
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Galveston, Tex., Nov. i, 1913. 
Dear Sir : 

Under separate cover I have mailed you photos of wife and myself, 
did not have any of the children available. I hope they will be received 
in time. I know you are surprised to receive this. I very seldom 
meet any of the boys out here, although many times I meet acquaint- 
ances and we talk about college days. I am at present in the wholesale 
hardware business, being president and manager of the Galveston 
Hardware Co. I may come East in the spring or summer and if I 
do, I will not forget to drop in. 

Trusting the photos will arrive in due time, I beg to remain, as ever, 
Your classmate, 

Paul Lobit. 




JOHN COLEMAN LONG 

P r 3332 Summit St., Kansas City, j\Io. 
b 310 Rialto Bldg., Kansas City, Mo. 

m Bertha Maxwell Wood, Dec. 9, 1908 
Robert Wood, b Sept. 23, 1912 

President Long Construction Co. 



Kansas City, Mo., Oct. i, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

I will not start this letter with excuses for delay. You will see by 
the above date that I have procrastinated beyond all reason. 

I will send you my photo and one of my young son within the next 
week. 

The most interesting experience which I have had in the last ten 
years was my stay in Princeton in June. It was quite an effort to get 
everything ready to go so far for so short a time but I was more than 
repaid. We are apt to get weaned away from 'our college and friends 
which we made there by the lack of association and by the demands 
which are made upon us in this little world. Such a Reunion as ours 
renews our interest in Princeton and makes us realize what our class 
means to us. 

From a material standpoint my efforts have been made in the 

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establishment of the Long Construction Company, which is a 3'oung, 
and I trust, a growing concern. 

I want every one of the class to remember that I see very few of the 
fellows and when you are in Kansas City be sure to call me up and give 
me the privilege of showing you this western town. 
Most sincerely, 

John C. Long. 




(SAMUEL MILLER) BRECKINRIDGE LONG 

P 1" 5376 Waterman Ave., St. Louis, Mo. 
b Rialto Bldg., St. Louis, jNIo. 

m Christine Alexander Graham, June i, 1912 

Lawyer 

Nantucket Island, Mass., Aug. 27, 191 3. 
My dear Whitney and Classmates : 

Your circular letter and enclosures reached me here at our summer 
home and I hasten to comply with your suggestions though I fear I 
can not add much of interest to the Class Record. My life is the very 
commonplace one of a city lawyer and anything but suggestive of 
romance and excitement that belongs to the occupations of some mem- 
bers of the class. Pax Llibben, for instance, must lead a most interest- 
ing life, and there are many others perhaps with whose work I am not 
so familiar, who should be able to make very enjoyable additions to the 
Record, but mine is of the every-day type with its incident pleasures, 
amusements and disappointments. My practice is nearly exclusively 
civil in nature and takes me through all the courts. I have appeared in 
the most humble and in the Supreme Court of the LTnited States. That 
in itself was a very interesting experience, particularl}^ at the time at 
which I appeared, but has no special interest to any one else. 

However, in spite of the lack of excitement, I manage to have a 
very pleasant existence. We live in an attractive part of the city, and 
lead a very simple life. My chief diversion is golf on Saturday after- 
noons and sometimes on Sundays. Nine tenths of my time is spent at 
the office and at home. Those of the class, the Percj' Pynes and the 
Bill Donalds, who have not taken unto themselves a wife will think 

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that sounds very prosaic. I hope, however, there will come the time 
when they will be of a different opinion. 

When St. Louis gets warm, and it does get insuft'erably warm in 
summer, we come here to Nantucket and sit on top of a cliff above 
the sea and enjoy the cool breezes, the water at our command and a view 
that embraces the whole of Nantucket Sound, a stretch of twenty 
miles or more in every direction. If any of you happen to be in this 
part of the world in July and August you will find a warm welcome 
and a cold mint julip. And the same thing applies to St. Louis for the 
rest of the year. We are a little out of the way out there but appre- 
ciate all the more an opportunity to see any of you. We see six or 
eight wanderers a year and would like to see a few more. My office 
reports that "Mr. Cassidy" has been in since I left, "a classmate of 
yours," which can be none other than "Pat." 

Very unfortunately I was not able to get back to the big reunion. I 
had looked forward to it for a year and was disappointed only a few 
weeks ahead of time. Not since I graduated have I been back for a 
reunion. They come at a time when it is very hard for me to get away. 
If there could be a movement to have Commencement the end of June 
or the first of July I should be there every time. Until that change I 
shall have to take my chances. 

I am looking forward to the appearance of the Record. Having been 
prevented from seeing you all I shall take the next best and read from 
you all, and I sincerely hope that Whitney, in his new role of secretary, 
will have the active and spontaneous co-operation of the entire class, 
not only in the present efifort but in the years to come. 1903 has a 
"hang together" enthusiasm which very few classes have. That made 
the Decennial the largest one ever held. It will, or can, make the 
Record the best ever published. 

AVith best wishes for the health and success of each one of you, 
I am, 

As ever, 

Breckinridge Long. 



JOSEPH WALTON LOSEY 

p r 1612 Ferry St., La Crosse, Wis. 
b no No. 4th St., La Crosse, Wis. 

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m jna Higbee, Nov. 6, 1907 

Joseph Walton, b Jan. 14, 1909 
Mary Louise, b Jan. 4, igii 

Claim Agent C. B. & O. Ry. Co. 

FREDERIC B. LOTT 

p b 80 Maiden Lane, New York City 

With U. S. Casualty Co. 

EARLE S. LOVETT 

Address unknown. 




JULIUS M. LOWENSTEIN 

p b 149 Broadway, New York City 
r 1 1 W. 90th St., New York City 

m Amy Gwendolyn Isaacs, Nov. 16, 1909 
Maxine Jane, b June 18, 1910 

Lawyer 

New York City, Jan. 17, 1914. 
My dear Darrow : 

I will attempt to shorten your work in the compilation of the class 
"record" by giving a very brief outline of my career since graduation. 

In October, 1903, I entered New York Law School, graduating there- 
from in June, 1905, with the degree of Bachelor of Laws, meanwhile 
serving as a law clerk. I was admitted to the New York State Bar in 
October, 1905, and began my individual law practice in New York City, 
September, 1906, with offices in the Singer Building, in which profes- 
sion and building I have continued ever since. 

I married in 1909, and have a daughter three years of age. 
Your classmate, 

Jur.IUS M. LOWENSTEIN. 

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ROSCOE PARKE MC CLAVE 

pr Cliff side, N. J. 

b I Madison Ave., New York City 

m Margaret Stockton Cummins, May 25, 191 1 
Matilda McKennan, b June 22, 1912 
Roscoe Parke, Jr., b Nov. 19, 1913 

Civil Engineer 



Cliffside, N. J,, Jan. 26, 1914. 
Dear Whitney : 

I suppose by this time the Decennial book is all printed and ready for 
shipment and that I am now too late to insert pictures of my youngsters 
and also a short letter relative to my experiences, etc., during the last 
ten years. Since receiving your numerous requests for the picture of 
my young daughter, I have had an addition to my family in the form of 
a son. He weighed five pounds when he was born, which was by the 
way on November 19th, lost the customary weight according to Holt, 
and is at the present day tipping the grocery scales to the tune of nine 
pounds. 

I am indeed very sorry that I failed to conform to your numerous 
requests concerning letter, etc., but I am just now beginning to strike my 
normal gait again after, as you know, a strenuous football season and 
with a progressive engineering concern, a young son and a hungry fur- 
nace all needing attention. If you still have space for the pictures, etc., 
I will only be too glad to forward same to you, but realize that it is 
quite late in the day to expect that such would be the case. 
Sincerely yours, 

Ross McClave. 




STEPHEN WOOD MC CLAVE JR. 

p r 49 Edgewater Ave., Cliffside, N. J. 
b I ^ladison Ave., New York City 



Civil Engineer 

New York City, Dec. 17, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

You are the most persevering, persistently aggravating human being 
that was ever designated to keep men's noses on the grind stone in order 
that they do their duty to their class. 

I don't believe that I have had five minutes peace since I voted for 
you for Class Secretary. I am willing to admit that according to a 
certain set of rules made by you and other vigorous Class Secretaries, 
that your aggravating methods are correct ; but that doesn't compensate 
me one whit for my lack of peace of mind for which 3'ou are solely 
responsible. I don't think I will ever again vote for you for Class 
Secretary. 

I really have nothing unusual to say concerning m)'self. I lead the 
usual irregular life led by most fellows living near a large "Burg" 
like New York. Work fairly hard for a Swede, play nearly as hard. 

For the last few years I have spent two or three weeks in the wilds 
of Mississippi or Tennessee after quail — which I find fly just as fast 
as they always did. On these shooting trips I have always made it a 
rule when the train came to a station to lie down on the floor of the 
car, in order that any crazy "Princeton Simple Student" would not 
see me and demand, that I leave the train for a party in his home town. 
Usually arrange to pass through Pittsburgh at night — this being the 
only safe way for a single man — anyone who gets ofi: a train at Pitts- 
burgh and is allowed to stay less than a week should be presented with 
a diamond medal. My reason for this is that "Simple Students" living 
in Pittsburgh are obliged to wash out their throats, so often, on account 
of the residue from the smoke — that a visitor is unable to keep pace 
with them in said practice. 

Last fall returning from the South by way of Dayton, O., and while 
being royally entertained by a Yale man, in the famous "Buzz Fuz" 
Club, — I asked if anyone present had ever heard of Joe Davies; a 

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number of men answered in the affirmative — but all said that they never 
saw him. For the benefit of the reader, I may say that Joseph Davies 
was our class President in Freshman year, and was noted chiefly for his 
popularity, loquacity and peppery enthusiasm, his handsome and curly 
"domelet," his excellent build and also for showing lots of speed on 
quiet "parties." Joe has evidently changed his habits and just how 
much I am unable to say as he refused to see me while I stopped at 
Dayton. The above is a lie but the only reason it isn't the truth is, that 
I didn't even call him up to give him the chance — because he must have 
made up some rule about not allowing any 1903 man to talk to him. 

Leland Ross, I am glad to say, still retains all the speed he had while 
in college — and during my occasional visits to his home, I take great 
delight in playing with Leland, Jr. — who is following father's footsteps 
in regards to looks and in his amount of untiring energy. 

As the hockey season comes around — I always think of Pete Pur- 
nell, Casey Paull, and "Ajax" and wonder if their hands itch to grab 
a stick once more and beat an Eli oyer the "dome," — owing to the 
fastness of the present game I guess it would be about all we could do. 

I have proved that I am the dumbest member of the class, as it was 
not until April, 1912, that I received my degree as C.E., although it 
has a small note under the April, 1912, "As of the Class of 1903." 

I am crazy about myself, however, as it was the first diploma that 
vyas signed by President Hibben, who is still, and always will be "The 
whitest man in all the Fac." 

In answer to "Goldberg's" question in the Evening Mail — "Now that 
you have it what are you going to do with it?" — it is framed and placed 
in a spot where I can gaze upon it — representing to me four of the 
pleasantest years in my life, with the best bunch of fellows in the 
world, the Class of 1903. 

With assurance of highest regard, I beg to remain. 
Sincerely, 

Steve McClave. 



ELLIOTT STEELE MC CURDY 

Princeton Club, New York City 

Amador City, Cal. 

1 128 Merchants Exchange Bldg., San Francisco, Cal. 

Angels Camp, Cal., and Amador City, Cal. 



m Emilie Gordan Martin, June i, iQio 
Manager Treasure Mining Co. 

Amador City, Cal., Aug. 22, 1913. 
My dear Wliitney and the Class of 1903: 

With apologies to Wliitnej' Darrow for the unnecessary delay (usual 
excuses) in forwarding the recjucsted material, and to the Class in 
general for my poor ability as a letter writer, I humbly submit the 
following : 

Gold Mining and Engineering has been my business since the Good 
Old Days at Princeton, and as an after-thought I may add that I have' 
not as yet accumulated over a ton of the precious metal. 

When I look over the Class Register and note the number of lawyers, 
doctors, and business men of the Class I cannot help but envy them, 
not their vocations, oh, no ! but rather the surroundings and niceties 
of life which to my mind accompany the above callings in most cases. 

On the other hand I am perfectly willing to admit that this "close 
to nature" life has some advantages and no doubt Spike McKaig, 
Frank Wallower and others will agree when I say that we don't often 
find it necessary to get up before 5 a. m., neither are we put to the 
expense of securing clothes in excess of a couple of pairs of overalls 
per year, while of course the society of a mining camp is unexcelled. 

To be more personal respecting myself I am honestly able to add the 
following: I still smoke, drink to excess only occasionally using 
grape juice, hope hopelessly for what I haven't, swear only upon most 
occasions, and am c|uite capable of eating three scjuare meals each day 
although the opportunity has been known to be lacking. 

Have run across very few of the fellows, but hope for better luck 
especially in 191 5 when the Fair comes off in San Francisco. In fact 
I am seriously considering the opening of 1903 headquarters for the 
Fair providing I am in this "neck of the woods" at the time. 

With best wishes to all the class and an earnest appeal to all to look 
me up should any one come out to the coast at any time. Here's lioping, 
Sincerely, 

E. S. McCuRDY. 




JAMES J, MAC DONALD 

b 303 Beveridge Block, Calgary, Alberta, Canada 




JOHN STUART MCKAIG 

p r b Franklin Furnace, N. J- 

m Mary Gertrude Falvey, Oct. 2, 1909 
John Stuart, Jr., b July 26, 1910 
James Maurice, b Jan. 12, 1913 

Mining Engineer with New Jersey Zinc Co. 

Franklin Furnace, N. J., Oct. 31, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Your pleas for a letter and photographs certainly deserve some notice 

but Fm d d if I can tell you an interesting thing about myself. At 

present my greatest ambition is to play a good game of golf and I have 
observed that a great many of our class are in the same boat. The 
doings of the past ten years were so well gone over at our reunion in 
June that it seems unnecessary to go into them again, but I am sorry 
that I haven't the abilities of a humorist to make some good reading 
for the book. 

As ever yours, 

J. Stuart McK.mg. 

[Note. — We have heard rumors of an exciting game of golf Spike 
played with Dan Horton. We would like to hear Spike's account of 
the dav. — Ed.1 



WILLIAM HOMER MC KELVEY 

p r 20 North Third St., Easton, Pa. 

With Alpha Portland Cement Co. 



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ROBERT CHARLES MC NAMARA 

p b 623 So. Wabash Ave., Chicago, 111. 
r 1016 Greenwood Ave., Wilmette, 111. 

m Elva Leana McCormick, Nov. 26, 1904 
Ruth Eleanor, b Nov. 28, 1906 
Robert Charles, b Dec. 27, 1907 
Donald McCormick, b June 15, 191 1 

Sales ^Manager Scott, Foresman & Co. 

Chicago, Nov. 24, 1913. 
Dear W'hitney : 

So it's a letter you want, too, is it? It can't be a history of my past 
for surely I included everything in that return form I sent you from 
the number of times I have taken a bath to the extent of m}' wardrobe. 
It isn't my family for didn't I say in that communication that I was one 
of the first in the class to accjuire a "visible means of support" and 
didn't I tell you about the three dandy youngsters, Ruth, Robert, and 
Donald that as I write, are ripping the roof off the house with a very 
creditable rendering of the "Orange and the Black." It isn't about my 
search for the "Pot of Gold" for haven't I told you of my three starts 
to find the "end of the rainbow?" Haven't I explained how I began 
as a competitor of "Sport" Moore — at least how I spent a year telling 
"Students" in the different colleges over the country that their discarded 
books were worth "little or nothing" and once having beguiled them 
tried to dispose of the books at prices that would help many a miserly 
father to rid himself of his hoarded wealth. You'll recall that some 
four pages of my blank explain how I turned promoter and organized 
the now prosperous University Store; how I left Princeton after this 
"post graduate" course to accept a princely salary that had been thrown 
at my very feet by a "young but growing" publishing concern in Chi- 
cago? You may remember that I left Princeton when at the "height of 
my fame" because I was induced to believe that Chicago was lost to the 
world without my assistance. 

This is, as I say, past history. Surely yon would not have me 
write the Class about it. 



As for the rest — I refuse to testify on "advice of counsel." \Vliat 
Chicago is, its beauties, the discoveries I have made of many things 
being done (and undone) zvitlwitt my assistance or approval, of these, 
I shall not write. Nor shall I draw a picture of my daily routine, from 
dressing the baby to "licking" and stamping the boss's last letter that 
through my eitorts just reaches the last mail by a squeak. All this no 
word artist could paint. You and the other "students" will get this only 
first hand. You must see it to appreciate it and the trip cannot be made 
too soon ! 

What shall I write about? Be more specific, Whitney, I'll strive to 
please! Would you like one of these real "business getting" letters? 
Is that the kind? I'm great at that! I turn them out every day, and 
honest Tve had some replies. 

Looking over your last letter again I rather guess you meant to hint 
broadly that we were to write of our successes. I'll bet that was it, 
wasn't it? Well, I'm sorry I haven't much to say on that score — a 
cheerful home, a loving wife, three dandy kids — Oh yes, that is 
success ! But I can hear you say "that isn't what was meant ; worldly 
success is the measure." How many "bucks" in the bank. Gus Roche 
has an index of this. Ask him. All I'll give out for publication is 
this, — I've been a surprise to those who never believed in me and a 
disappointment to my friends. 

As ever sincerely, 

Robert C. McNam.\r.\. 




THOMAS S. MCPHEETERS 

p St. Louis, i\Io. 

r 4931 McPherson Ave., St. Louis, Mo. 

b 620 Rialto Bldg., St. Louis, Mo. 

m Madeleine Knox Taussig, Sept. i, 1910 
Thomas S., Ill, b Jan. 2, 1912 



Lawyer 

St. Louis, Mo., Sept. 10, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

My failure to send in my data for the Decennial Record, has been 



due to my absence from the city during August, and now on my return, 
when told to "Sit down and write us a letter," I find that it is no easy 
task. I regard the letters from different men, which appeared in the 
Quinquennial Record, as probably the most interesting feature of that 
grand wor-k, and so I feel that it is up to each one of us to do his share 
of space filling. 

We are fortunate enough to have several 1903 men in St. Louis, 
Alex. Gait, Breck. Long, Bob Burkham, Erastus Wells, Ra}' Prewitt 
and Harry Schweikert. The latter sticks very closely apparently to 
the Scholastic halls, where he is teaching the young twig how to bend. 
Ray has gotten very stout and dignified, and the other day, when I 
called him "Pooch" in front of some other people, he afterwards 
threatened to knock my block off for bringing up the scandal of that 
old name. 

At the time of the last record, I was in partnership with Bob Burk- 
ham, but in spite of my short and disastrous experience with politics, 
in the spring of 1909, Bob was lured into the political game himself 
and has been there ever since, and now every spring and fall can be 
heard on the house tops (and in the corner saloons) descanting upon 
the merits of the Republican party and leading the members of "The 
Colored Precinct Workers Club" to the polls to see that they do their 
duty by the grand old party that freed them. As a reward for his able 
work, Bob has had his feet in the trough ever since and is now Assist- 
ant in the City Counselor's Office. 

Breck Long has been fighting for recognition from his party for a 
long while, and last spring I heard that he had high hopes of an 
important place in Washington, but some of the leaders double crossed 
him and the best that he could get was an offer of the post of Minister 
to Liberia or ITayti, which he respectfully declined and is still engaged 
in the practice of the law. 

Alex. Gait, too, was in politics for a while, but has now become 
a non-partisan and finds the latter much safer and surer. 

Erastus Wells like the wise young student that he always was, while 
a man of great power in the community, does not appear so much in 
the public eye. 

I did a little Princeton missionary work in 1910, and finally con- 
verted a former Harvard sympathizer into a Princeton enthusiast, when 
I was married to a St. Louis gild. Miss Madeleine Taussig, whose 
father and brother had been Harvard men. We were married at 
Jamestown, Rhode Island, on September i, 1910, and went abroad on 
our wedding trip. We ran into Gus Ober on the steamer going over 
and found him the same genial cheery little rebel he has always been. 

The only other event since that time to be chronicled here is the 
birth on January 2, 1912, of Thomas S., HI. 

My warmest regards to the big class. 
Yours, etc., 

Thomas S. McPheeters. 




EDWARD LE ROY MACK 



p b Bartow, Fla. 
r 72 Church St. 



Bartow, Fla. 



m EHzabeth Adahne Reed, Aug. 25, 1912 
Edward Reed, b Jul)- 2},, 1913 

Lawyer. Secretary Polk County Abstract Co. 

Bartow, Fla., July 29, 1913. 
Dear Darrow : 

The urgent and cordial tone of your circular has made me feel it my 
duty to respond, otherwise I should not have done so ; for I have 
accomplished and attained to so little in the past ten years that your 
admonition "don't be too modest in your letters'' seems downright 
pathetic in my case. 

Now I suppose I must "lay on," as old Mac Duff was urged to do, 
though, before I finish, I know many of the fellows will be impatient 
to chime in with the "hold ! enough !'' 

After leaving college, I attended lectures at New York Law School, 
read law in the office of Judge P. H. Gilhooly of Elizabeth, New Jersey, 
took the bar examinations of that State and was admitted to practice 
law in 1907. In the meantime I had been elected a member of the 
City Council of the city of Elizabeth (which office I held for two 
years) and was appointed Secretary of the Union Co. Board of 
Taxation. 

The fact that I am no longer practicing law is rather good evidence of 
the fact that I did not make a success of my profession, or that a man 
cannot serve two masters, and that in trying to serve Law and Politics 
I made a success in neither. 

At the present time I am Secretary of the Polk County Abstract 
Company, our business consisting of the abstracting of titles to real 
estate in this county, which county, by the way, produces more phos- 
phate rock and ships more oranges and grapefruit than any county in 
the state. 

In addition to mv work, in wliich I am verv much interested, I 



devote some time and interest to twenty-one acres of land which I 
have set out to oranges, grapefruit and limes. There is a certain fascin- 
ation about the culture of citrus fruit that no one who has been so 
engaged can deny. Right here I might suggest that if any of our unmar- 
ried brethren, contemplating matrimony, will approach me at the right 
season. I shall be only too glad to furnish, with my blessing, all the 
orange blossoms the bridal party can use. 

I must not forget to tell you that I am the proud daddy of a son who 
has to-day arrived at the venerable age of six days. He is too young 
to sit for his picture, and I have not had him long enough to have 
become accustomed to holding him, so I reckon I cannot send you his 
picture. 

AVith all kinds of good wishes, I want you to believe me your sincere 
friend and the sincere friend' of every man in the class, 

E. L. Mack. 




ALEXANDER ROBERT MARTIN 

p rb Thetford Mines, P. O., Can. 

m Mary Evelyn Bennett, Jan. 23, 1908 

Alexander Robert, jr.. b Dec. 31, 1908 

Managing Director Martin Bennett Asbestos Mines 

Thetford Mines, P. O., Oct. 30, 1913. 
My dear Darrow : 

The picture goes forward to-night under separate cover. Sorry 1 
was so long in sending it, but Pve been away and extremely busy since 
my return. 

I look forward eagerly to receiving my copy of the Record, for to 
my regret and shame, Pve lost touch with the class since I left Prince- 
ton in Sophomore year. 

With warmest greetings to yourself and my fellow classmates, 
Sincerelv, 

A. R. Martin. 




ELMER BROWN MASON 

p r The Judson, Washington Square. ^'e\v York City 

Advertising business and author 

New York City, Oct. 27, 1913. 
M_v dear Darrow : 

I'd like to read a chapter in the Bible and then go to bed, but having 
found your telegram waiting relentlessly for me when I got home I 
simply "don't dass.'' 

Left Princeton with my degree under my arm and four cents in my 
pocket (which I have since spent) and came to New York where I 
wrote up French towns for the International Encyclopedia until the 
blamed thing got to Z. Helped get out Book Prices Current for Dodd 
Mead & Co., then was affiliated with Plarper Bros., in their subscription 
book and advertising departments. 

Reporter on New York Sun for short time. From there I went to 
Scribner's subscription book department. Interval here, where I roamed 
around the Adirondack woods most of one winter. Real Estate and 
advertising by my lone in New York and then manager mortgage, 
loan department for White & Tabor, Chicago. 

Another woods interval. Returned to New York where I was 
engaged in advertising a literary work. Went to Yale Forest School, 
Milford, Pa., for one summer then up into the New Hampshire 
lumber woods where I worked for the International Paper Co. as 
common lumber-jack, landing boss, checker to scaler, head chopper, 
scaler, cruiser and was finally put in charge of a job of my own on 
the Connecticut River where I put 1,000,000, b. f. of spruce into the 
drive. Spent next spring and winter at the Yale Forest School, New 
Haven, Conn., and then went into the Bureau of Entomology, U. S. 
Department of Agriculture. Was assigned to Forest Insect Field Sta- 
tion 7, Spartanburg, S. C, to fight the Southern Pine Beetle. Went 
there as last man and came away in charge with the high sounding title 
of Entomological Assistant, Branch Forest Insects, Bureau of Ento- 
mology, U. S. Department of Agriculture, in charge of South Atlantic 
and Gulf States, but was more widelv known in said South /Atlantic 



and Gulf States as "the bug man," so christened by Governor Blease of 
South Carolina. Delivered 49 addresses from Houston, Texas, to 
Raleigh, N. C, and had 68 articles in various lumber journals and 
other magazines on the subject of the beetle. Saw prett}' much all of 
the darkest South, got shot at twice and stabbed once in an illicit 
whiskey still in North Carolina, and generally had a good time. Re- 
turned to Washington where I was engaged in research work and 
publicity for the Bureau of Entomology. Resigned last year and came 
to New York where I was Assistant Advertising Agent for the Lack- 
awanna Railroad for six months. Now in the advertising business. 

Eked out a meager government salary by writing semi-scientific- 
articles and entirely unscientific stories for magazines. The story habit 
still sticks. 

Principal interest, at present, is that I am to see the Princeton-Yale 
game in November — first football game I will have seen since I left 
college. 

A'ale, 

Elmer Brown Mason. 




JEROME DUDLEY MASON 

r Somerset Road, Roland Park, Md. 
b 1416 Fidelity Bldg., Baltimore, Md. 

m Florence Cappeau ^leyer, Jan. 31, 1914 

iLawyer. Member firm Taylor & Co., insurance 

Baltimore, Aid., Sept. 13, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Just returned a few days ago from my vacation and among lots of 
other mail which had not been forwarded to me, I found several com- 
munications from you and I hasten to comply with your request. 

Am enclosing the statistical blank and assure you I will send a photo 
as soon as it is finished, for I got busy at once and had one taken for 
the Record. 

Sincerely yours, 

J. Dl'DLEY M.\.SON. 



G. R. MAVERICK 

p r 240 Avenue A, San Antonio, Tex. 




ARTHUR INGERSOLL MEIGS 

p b 205 So. Juniper St., Philadelphia, Pa. 
r 1322 Walnut St., Philadelphia, Pa. 

Architect 

Philadelphia, Pa., Sept. 3, 1913. 
My dear Whit : 

The day I got your statistic blank I filled it out and have been watiing 
ever since for to get my picture took. I don't have a lot of photographs 
on hand as a rule as I don't find the demand sufficient to warrant me 
in doing so, and I had to get our hired man to help me out with the 
enclosed kodak. They say it's a likeness, and I suppose really that 1 
ani "fair half as ugly," but hate to believe it. 

As for writing you a breezy letter, I ain't able. The Princeton 
Club of Philadelphia admitted, after our reunion, that although our 
class hadn't taken signal honors in athletics during our stay in New 
Jersey (damn their impudence) that for reunions we were Hell, and 
quite surpassed all the rest. 

I hope. Miss Mae, that you don't mind my mild oaths as I conclude 
that by this time you almost know how to use them yourself. 

Frazer Harris and Charley Reeves both spent some of the summer 
at York Harbor, Maine. Frazer wore picturesque hats and Charley 
retains his picturesque bald head which might be seen any day bobbing 
about among the billows. 

That's all I know, literally — adios ; I gotta be pitter pattering along, — • 
as my friend "Dinny" Dingbat says. 

Very sincerely yours, 

Arthur I. Meigs. 




JOHN OLIPHANT MERWIN 

p r 926 West Sixth St., Erie, Pa. 
b Burke Electric Co., Erie, Pa. 

m Rose Mary Bogan, Feb. 15, 1911 

Charlotte Merrill, b June 9, 1912 

Assistant Manager Sales- Department Burke Electric Co. 

Erie, Pa., Sept. 2, 191 3. 
Bear Whitney : 

It is a prett)' difficult thing to write a "live" letter in regard to my 
quiet and rather uneventful career since the "faithful" put me through 
the car window at the Princeton Station in June, 1903. 

It is sufficient to say that the first real job that required my personal 
attention after that date, sought me out, as it were, about the beginning 
of 1904. I was offered the position of Secretary of a small contracting 
firm, specializing in concrete construction work. It looked like the 
beginning of a promising career but, like many other promising things, 
it was "long" on the promising and exceedinglj' "short" on the perform- 
ing. I found, when I started to work, that my principal job was 
endeavoring to pacify creditors without paying them anything, and seek- 
ing out new dealers in building materials with whom the company had 
not already exhausted their credit. The suspense lasted only a little 
over a month and then, when the smash came, there wasn't even 
enough to furnish forth a respectable sheriff's sale. 

From this first sally into the business world I retired to the ancestral 
halls of our family and "waited for something to turn up." It was 
quite some time in turning up and in the mean time I did odd jobs. I 
substituted as a Latin teacher in the Washington, D. C, High Schools, 
tutored one of the Pages of The ITouse of Representatives, a young 
boy, who, although he hadn't even been as far as High School, was 
making the princely (as it seemed to me then) salary of $1,000.00 a 
year, filled the position of stenographer in a pension lawyer's office and 
also in a building and loan association and finally landed in a job in 
the Department of Agriculture, having the exalted title of "Scientific 
Assistant in Plant Physiology." All I ever knew about either plants 

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or physiology was acquired in a week or so of cramming before I took 
the Civil Service examination for the position, and therefore, for about 
a year I did most of my scientific assisting on a typewriter. Then I 
was put in charge of the purchasing of supplies and running of a 
small storeroom for the convenience of some of the real scientists of 
the Bureau of Plant Industry of the Department of Agriculture and 
here, for about a year, I further assisted the cause of Plants and their 
physiology by ordering all sorts of instruments to dissect and torture 
them with and by mixing scientific prescriptions with which to physic 
them. 

In September, 1906, I left this job to take up the study of Electricity 
at the Electrical School, Princeton University, a thing which I had been 
wanting and planning to do for some time. The class which I entered 
w-as the last one which had the personal teaching of Professor Brackett 
and I am sure that most of our class, who only knew of him as the 
joint author of Anthony and Brackett's Physics, will never know what 
a rare privilege it was to come in personal contact with him for two 
years. A brighter, wittier, kinder hearted and more human man was 
never included in the Princeton Faculty. These two years in the 
Electrical School were two of the happiest years of my life, for not 
only was I back in Princeton, among Princeton men and Princeton 
surroundings and traditions, but I was peculiarly favored by being 
allowed to become a member of the Post Graduate Club at Merwick. 
Here there was as fine a lot of men gathered together from our own 
University and other universities and colleges as it has ever been 
my good fortune to meet. In addition to the more or less informal 
times which we used to have at Merwick, we had a series of weekly 
dinners at which such men as ex-President Cleveland, Dean West, 
Professor Axson, H. A. Garfield, Dr. Plenry van Dyke, our present 
President Woodrow Wilson, and many others, were our guests and 
usually, after dinner, our entertainers for a short period. Then there 
were one or two of these dinners where the men in the Club got up 
the stunts and did the entertaining and when we had as many of our 
former entertainers down as guests as we could crowd around our 
table. Those were certainly "some affairs." 

About June 1908, I woke up and found that life was not one grand 
sweet song and that I had the rest of my life to worry through some- 
how or other in the cold world, far from the delights of Princeton. I 
started on the Student Course at the shops of the Burke Electric Co. 
Erie, Pa., in July, 1908, and after various shifts have come to occupy 
"The Chair" of Assistant Manager of the Sales Department. While 
these shifts were going on, particularly at the first, the money market 
was exceedingly tight, but things are better now. On Feb. 15, 1911, I 
was married in Washington, D. C, and we are now the proud parents 
of a daughter. 

In closing this somewhat rambling attempt, I might sa}' that the 
Company for which I am working is a small one with only about six 
hundred employees, but there isn't a better company or a more con- 
genial crowd of men anywhere than is working together here. The 
men in the office and in the shops know each other and the officers 
of the Company know their employees and the whole place is as 
democratic as Princeton which is the best thing that I know of to 
say about it. 

In addition, there is a nice little collection of Princeton men in Erie 



and we often get together for a quiet little dinner or smoker. So things 
are as pleasant in Erie, Pa., as any true Princetonian could wish. 
Yours very truly, 

T. O. jMilrwin. 




BENJAMIN EDMUND MESSLER 

p r 4 Holland Terrace, Montclair, N. J. 
b 256 Broadway, New York City 

m Emelyn Frances Darrah, Sept. 23, 1908 

Lawyer 

Montclair, N. J., Nov. 10, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

I am sorry to have caused you so much trouble about photograph 
and letter. A natural disinclination to undergo the rigors of photog- 
raphy, together with a like disinclination to sacrifice, even in a worthy 
cause, these bright Saturday afternoons, has delayed the photograph. 
It has, however, at last been taken, and the finished product will be 
forwarded as soon as it comes from the artist. 

For the letter, an even greater eiJort is required to formulate a 
philosophy of life, or to draw up a resume of personal history. The 
mere systematic recollection of ten years and their happenings is a 
sufficiently serious thing to still those feelings of brevity which give life 
and tone to epistolary effusions. Nor can help be gained by reference 
to any "ready letter-writer" or "guide to correspondence," the authors 
of these generally useful works being apparently of the opinion that if 
a college graduate does not know enough after ten years not to write 
letters he is beyond human aid. So I .shall spare you the chronicle of a 
"juris consult's" existence. One thing stands out in it, that the years 
have brought an ever deeper love for Princeton. 
Faithfully yours, 

Benjamin E. Messler. 




JAMES ROBERT MILLER 

p b 1924 Oliver Bldg., Pittsburgh, Pa. 
r 721 Tory St., Sewickley, Pa. 

m Tecca Niswanger, June 27, 1910 

Lawyer. Member firm Crawford, Miller & Arenburg 

Pittsburgh, Pa. 
Dear Whitney : 

I was shocked the other day to read that it is estimated that it would 
take 250,000 years to count the atoms in a pinhead, and that these atoms 
revolve about one another in sidereal systems with a regularity as fixed 
and at distances comparatively as great as the stars and planets. The 
wonder fulness of this pinhead of matter made me think of what a 
small point the earth itself is, when compared to the infinity of the 
universe of space and time, a small corner of which we have some 
small knowledge of. And then when I tried to think of the place in 
space and time which we little humans have, in the unthinkable im- 
mensity of this vast universe. I could not even imagine it,— we had so 
shrunk in comparison with the vast scheme of things, as .lot to be 
even imaginable. 

And then come letters from Whitney Darrow and Maebelle Some- 
body-or-other, suggesting that a photograph be taken of one of these 
infinitesimal human beings, and an account of his microscopic meander- 
ings and thoughts be sent for publication. Who can possibly be 
interested in such unimportant things, when there are so many really 
important questions to be considered and mysteries to be solved in 
connection with our journey through space "on the good ship Earth"? 
But Maebelle is insistent. 

My life is as limited and also as varied, perhaps, as other average 
lives, principally composed of constant repetitions from day to day. I 
get up in the morning, dress, shave and tie my necktie as on 10,000 
preceding mornings; breakfast, walk the selfsame path to the automo- 
bile and go through the daily struggle with a stiff motor. I ride to 
town by the same route day after day and in a wink rise nineteen stories 
to my office, the cave wherein the larger part of the waking day is 

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spent. The day rolls on, broken up often by trips over a well-worn 
route to the Court House, where I take part, inter alia, in struggles 
between the railroads or other corporations and widows, children and 
injured persons seeking to recover in Courts of Justice for the injuries 
or deaths of their kindred, — generally in cases where no recovery has 
been provided for by the thoughtful' Legislature. Having vindicated 
the supremacy of the law, irrespective of the human suffering involved, 
I return by the same route to my cave on the nineteenth floor, and wrap 
my head in innumerable dry-as-dust affairs of other people, until habit 
picks me up, shoots me down to the street, puts me in my car and carries 
me over the morning's road to my home, a refuge where troubles enter 
not and peace reigns. In the evenings and on Sundays, true enough, 
the routine is broken and we wander in new and various paths and 
learn and rest for the new struggle on the morrow with the innumerable 
little things of life, while the simple, big things go unnoticed. 

So we repeat from day to day, as every one else, storing up knowl- 
edge and experience, gradually developing a machine which is efficient, 
and sometimes useful to others, until just as the machine reaches its 
highest efficiency, a part wears out, a spring breaks, or an invisible 
hand turns down the wick and the fire goes out. 

Do not think, however, that there are not moments when we do 
unwind the bandages of habit from our eyes, try to look at things as 
they are, in their proper perspective, and jump into the fight for the 
ideal. We are making over in Pennsylvania the laws we don't like. 
We are making over these laws so that they will protect the women 
and the children who labor. We are making the mills safer. We have 
all sorts of hair-brained schemes for eugenics and for ways to produce 
the superman. We are going to make over our scheme of state and city 
government so as to produce the ideal state and city. We think we 
are going to change our laws so that the tax burden falls not on the 
poor, but upon the man able to pay and upon the man who receives the 
benefit of the taxes. Oh, we may have under our hat and in our 
heart innumerable plans for making come the Ivingdom of Heaven on 
earth. These are the things which lend color and enthusiasm to life 
and make hope spring eternal, so that no amount of routine and hum- 
drum can take out of life this color and enthusiasm and hope. 

Besides our ideals we have a wife and a few friends. Can you not 
see how good life has been? Who has more? 

One friend, one steady friend, I must mention. I went to prep 
school with this boy for six years, and even had a fight with him. I 
went to college with him because his big brother had gone there before. 
I roomed with him, by luck. He was green, I was greener. He was a 
mixer, I was shy. He was many things I should have been and was 
not. I needed him and he was there. I still need him and he is here. 

We live in a delicious little place, a second Pomander walk, he and 
his wife live at No. lo, I and my wife at No. 3. At college I sometimes 
didn't see him for days. I went to bed early, got up early. He went 
to bed late, got up late. But I knew he was there. So now I don't see 
him for days, but I know he is there across the little roadway. I see the 
light burning and it is enough. 

You see I am married. It was too much to think of facing all alone 
the mystery of existence on our pinhead world as it hurtled through 
illimitable space. The Bible says the stars sing together and the 
heavens declare the glory of God. They do. But it is very frightening 

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and awful to realize one's helplessness and notldngness in the face of 
the infinity and tremendousness of the universe. God must have 
thought of that and made women. For if you can find the right 
woman the scheme of things entire is not nearly so awful. Hand in 
hand and shoulder to shoulder they dare face the riddle of the universe 
and all the wonders of creation. Life would be a dreadful place 
without the one woman whom God intended for you. 

I am ashamed to come to Alma Mater and confess I have done so 
little to live up to Her ideals. She does not ask if we are successful or 
what rank we have in life. I learned in the shadows of Her trees 
that She would ask me when I came back what I had done for my 
fellow man. I am ashamed to be able to count so little. John Steen 
said "All service is equal before God." May be. I shall never get over 
being ashamed, however, of the little I do to live up to ideals She 
taught me. 

Sincerely, 

Jim Miller. 




RAYMOND BOILEAU MIX5ELL 

p r 491 Arbor St., Pasadena, Cal. 

Id Room 20, Stanton Bldg., Pasadena, Cal. 

m Georgeanna Parsons Gates, Nov. 25, 191 1. 
Mary lielen, b April 18, 1913 

Physician 

Pasadena, Cal., Sept. 2, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

There are various kinds of letters that may be written in response to 
your frenzied request for one to print in the Decennial Record. One 
variety deals in a semi-joking, self-depreciating, secretly semi-vaunting 
manner with events in the life of the writer. Another variety touches 
very lightly upon autobiography but fills up space in relating any 
vulgar or lewd incidents in the lives of various classmates that may 
come to mind. Another type affects the blunt, hearty, straight-from- 
the-shoulder style with an entire absence of the light, witty touch that 
is shown in mv own letter. For instance : 



Snake Hill, Iowa. 
My dear \\'hitiiey : 

Since leaving the dear old college I fear that I have done very little 
that will be of interest to my classmates. After graduation I went up 
to New York to secure a position in a reliable bank. I found it some- 
what difficult to get the position in the bank, but was offered a position 
just outside of one. The position was that of carriage man. I tried 
it for a few days but did not feel that it suited me. Hinc illae lacrynme. 
So I came back home to Snake Hill and have been clerking very suc- 
cessfully ever since in my father's harness store. 

Give my regards to all the fellows, and tell them that if one of them 
ever gets within ten miles of Snake Hill to be sure and stop. 
Faithfully yours, 

Reuben Grinder. 

Here is a naughty example of the anecdotal type: 

Cooing Dove, Montana. 
Dear Whit: 

The Stock Exchange has been so dull lately that I have come out 
here on a shooting trip, and your letter was forwarded to me. I 
haven't been doing much that would be of interest to the men, but 
here is a new one on Colonel Boils. It seems that the Colonel lately 
thought seriously of going on the stage, but was deterred by the fact that 
he was unable to decide between two leading roles. One was the role of 
the Pound of Flesh in Shakespeare's "Merchant of Venice," and 
the other was that of the Fatted Calf in the morality play of "The 
Prodigal Son." 

Well, so long, fellows. 

Yours, 

D. F. Sporticus. 

Among the hundreds of letters I know that I shall find one from our 
noble Class President saturated with class spirit and glowing with 
aff'ection toward his classmates, and ending up with an earnest appeal 
for something or other. Then there will be a letter from you, Whitney, 
telling of your labors in the vineyard of collecting material for this 
book. 

Few of the letters that you will receive will be absolutely sincere, for 
it is impossible for anyone to write a letter about himself without a 
certain amount of posing. All of the letters will look perforce upon 
the bright side of life, and I, for one, would not wish to be saddened 
by reading of all the doubts and trials and failures that have come to 
every man in the Class of 1903 from the highest to the lowest. I feel 
sure that when I read over the Decennial Record I will gain the im- 
pression of a highly favored group of men, but a little lower than the 
angels, who walk apart from all others in pastures green and beside the 
still waters. So be it, and it is my wish that it could be so. Some 
letters may contain the wish that we might all return to the happy, 
carefree days of our undergraduate life. I doubt very much if any of 
us would really care to do so — to become possessed of the same callow 
frame of mind that we had as Seniors, and to relinquish whatever 
success and experience we may have gained in the last ten years. And 
so, in reading each other's letters we must endeavor to penetrate 

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beneath the veneer of self-consciousness and discover there the real 
man we knew in college, improved and broadened by the impetus of a 
college education and the associations of Princeton. But enough of 
sermonizing ; let us sing in closing the 354th Hymn, omitting the fourth 
verse. 

Now I must get busy and get down to autobiography, or you will be 
getting peevish. So here is the glorious record, tersely and succinctly 
put. 

June 1903 — Safe now in the wide, wide world. 

Summer of 1903 — Traveling in Canada. 

September 1903 — Entered College of Physicians and Surgeons, 
New York City. 

Summer of 1904 — Traveling in Northern Europe. 

June 1906 — Attended our Triennial in Princeton. 

June 1907— Received the degree of M.D. from Columbia University. 

Summer 1907 — Studying in the clinics of Paris under Widal and 
Marfan. 

Fall of 1907 — Traveling in Italy. 

December 1907 — Went on duty at the New York City Hospital. 

February 29, 1908 — Introduced to LeGrand Griswold. 



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March 2, 1908 — Introduced to LeGrand Griswold. 

July 1908 — Three weeks' vacation in Holland. 

July 1909 — Finished at the City Hospital. 

Summer of 1909 — Traveling in Greece, Asia Minor, Albania and 
Montenegro. 

November 1909 — Went on duty in the Department of Health, New 
York City. 

May 6, 1910 — Otto Hack gives me permission to attend our 7th 
Reunion. 

June 1910 — And, therefore, I attend our 7th Reunion at Princeton. 

Summer of 1910 — Leave of absence ; motored 8,600 miles in Central 
Europe. 

November 1910 — On duty again in the Department of Health, New 
York City. 

January 23, 191 1 — Took a seat on the observation platform of the 
Water Wagon. 

January 24, 191 1 — Introduced to LeGrand Griswold. 



June 1911- — Leave of absence; went to Europe on motor trip; en- 
gaged to be married. 

October 191 1 — Returned to New York. 

November 191 1 — Married. 

February 1912 — Went out to California for a visit. 

April 1912 — On a motor trip along the Pacific Coast from Frisco 
to Mexico. 

May 1912 — Returned to New York and began housekeeping at 49S 
West End Avenue. 

Summer of 1912 — Motored through New England. 

November 1912 — Moved out to California for good. 

August 191 3 — Been here ever since. 

The above chronicle must prove to be very dull reading to every 
one but myself. (There, you see, I could not resist that little bit of 
self-depreciation. However it makes this letter more typical, now.) 
If you should stop to analyze my record you will probably find that it 
consists of about one thircl work, one third play and one third sleep — 
or eight hours per day of each. 

In closing I can do no more than echo the sentiments of honest 
Reuben Grinder and say that if ever any of my classmates get within 
ten miles of Pasadena they should be sure and stop." 
Sincerely yours, 

R.WMOND MiXSELL. 

[*Stop there, do you mean? — Ed.] 




EDWARD THOMAS MOORE 

p r 76 Passaic Ave., Passaic, N. J. 
I5 225 Main Ave., Passaic, N. J. 

Lawyer 



Passiac, N. J., Sept. 18. 1913. 
Miss Mae Belle Kelleher, 

c/o C. Whitney Darrow, Escj., 
Princeton, New Jersey. 
Dear Madam : 

Accept my sincere thanks for the utmost confidence placed in me 
by you and so reluctantly stated in your letter of August 29th ult. It 



gives me great pleasure as well as anticipation so tliat I grant you the 
pardon so cordially requested. I can readily appreciate your terrible 
anguish. I can realize the nature of the anger displayed, the vehemence 
of gesture employed, the profane loquacity evidenced. After all, what 
an art it is. Think for a moment of your association with a man whose 
very name indicates his audacity, his impetuosity, his desire for combat. 
He would not be. afraid. No, not he with the Indian name. He is 
ready for the fray. The chip is on his shoulder. He fears not the 
duel for his name indicates his characteristics, Mr. Dar — row (meaning 
fight). Heaven help the poor working lass and may she retain her 
position. Withhold your resignation until a more propitious time. 
Realize that a man who will row (meaning fight) is a rowdy, a man 
who will row (by oars) is not a rowdy. Be sure and distinguish this 
before making accusations. 

Doubt that the stars are fire, 
Doubt that the sun doth move. 
Doubt truth to be a liar. 
Do not doubt C. Whitney. 

I can well imagine his language, his disposition, his lack of sympathy, 
but do not have fear. Be buoyed up and sustained by an unfaltering 
trust that right will prevail and that the sunshine of hope will soon 
dispell the clouds of despair. May be the Legislature will place you 
under civil service. 

I now lay my record at your feet. Having graduated from Prince- 
ton, although the day was not chilly, I realized it was a cold world, and 
so began the struggle for an existence by further study. This arduous 
effort convinced me that the more I studied, the less I knew. Ignorance 
after all is bliss. While at Law School, I learned that law was a rule 
of action. This, of course, proves that a lawyer must be kept con- 
stantly on the go because where there is no action there is no law. This 
is the reason given why lawyers move so many times from one office 
to another. Of course, in New York you can get office rent free for 
two months, so it is a very good idea to move six times a year. Economy 
is quite essential for a lawyer. Law is the last guess of the Supreme 
Court, so for practice some lawyers keep their clients guessing. They 
pay fees until they find the answer — sometimes. 

After practicing law for a few years, I became convinced that the 
law of New Jersey was quite inadequate and that there was room for 
more improvement. You see, I still retained impressions of constitu- 
tional law meted out to seniors. Inspired by this thought, I convinced 
my constituents that a career in the Legislature for a young lawyer is a 
thing most to be desired — by the lawyer. 

Having spent two years in the Legislature, I became Second Assist- 
ant Secretary to the National Republican Committee and Secretary of 
the New Jersey League of Republican Clubs. The Governor of the 
state, for various reasons and because he thought it well to have a 
Princeton man on the Brigade Stafl^, appointed me Judge Advo- 
cate with the rank of "Major." 

I am still courting the tranquillity of single blessedness, so if you 
happen to be in New York or Hoboken at any time, and feel that un- 
quenchable thirst, drop me a postal card, not as an indication that you 
don't care two cents for me but rather that a beer-garden is a strange 
place in which to be alone.* 



For the present remember, "When time who steals our j'ears away, 
shall steal our pleasures too, the memory of your letter will live and 
half my joys renew."' 

Very sincerely yours, 

Edward Thomas Moore. 

[Note. — Say, Ed, are you still addressing my stenographer? — Ed.] 




ARTHUR SCRANTON MORRIS 



p c/o Chief Engr's Office, 
r b Girard, 111. 



C. & N. W. Ry. Co., Chicago, 111. 



Railroad Engineer 



ith C. & N. W. Ry. Co. 



Girard, 111., Aug. 17, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

As you suggest, hot summer weather is not a good time for letter 
writing, but as there is no prospect of relief in sight, I'll not delay any 
longer. 

Although for the past ten years, my life has been much varied by 
location and other conditions, there has been, in general, much 
sameness to it. After Commencement in 1903, I went out to California 
and lived on a ranch for almost a year, and then returning to Chicago, 
entered the engineering department of the C. & N. W. Ry. Co., 
which company I am now with. I generally stay in one locality about 
a year, or long enough to get well acquainted, and am then moved to an 
entirely new field. The work is always interesting. The out-door life 
is fine, the responsibilities are large, the remuneration is small, the in- 
conveniences many, but there seems to be a fascination about "railroad- 
ing" that holds most of those who try it. 

It has been a great disappointment to me that I have not been able 
to keep in closer touch with Princeton affairs and with our own class. 
I rarely have the opportunity of seeing Princeton men and were it not 
for the Alumni Weekly and the Tin Horn, I would know very little of 
what is going on. I had very much hoped to get away for the Decen- 
nial, but could not make it. If reunions came in January or February 
I could make them all right, but it has always been impossible for me 



to get away in June. In fact, I have had just one vacation in nine 
years and that was taken in the middle of winter. 

I am most anxiously awaiting the coming of the Decennial Record, 
and you can't imagine how interesting it is going to be to me, for it 
will be the first news from many of the fellows for ten years. 
Wishing you much success, I am, 

Sincerely yours. 

Art. Morris. 




GEORGE EDWARD HUNGER 

pb 8i E. Madison St., Chicago, 111. 
r 5217 Hibbard Ave., Chicago, 111. 

m Bessie Entwistle Hinton, Oct. 4, 1905 
Edward Entwistle, b Oct. 29, 191 1 

Treasurer and General Manager Munger's Laundry 

Chicago, 111., Sept. 6, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

After our graduation and the Yale game in New York I went back 
to Princeton to see my roommate "Robbie" Robinson who was laid up 
in the Infirmary with typhoid fever. We had a good visit as he was 
progressing nicely and then I left on my trip home. From Buffalo 
several of us took the steamer Northland and were together as far 
as Mackinac Island when we got off to see the town. Out of our 
party of five or six among whom were Alex Gait and Burt Hodgman, 
only "Hodge" returned to the dock in time to catch the steamer. It 
did not make much difiference to Alex as he was going only as far 
as Harbor Springs. As it turned out it did not make much difference 
to me either as I got another steamer in a few hours and we even beat 
the Northland into Chicago and I then recovered my belongings 
from Hodge, who had taken care of them for me. 

I arrived in Chicago Saturday and started in to work the following 
Monday. My father and his two brothers were engaged in the laundry 
business and I went to work in one of their plants as an apprentice. I 
worked in Chicago until October when we bought a laundry in Los 



Angeles and my cousin was made manager of it. He asked me to come 
out and take the foreman's job which I did. I was in Los Angeles in 
all about three years — a part of the time living at the University Club. 
In the fall of 1905 I was married to Bessie E. Hinton, whose family 
were among the early residents of California. We rented a little 
bungalow and lived for eight months in Los Angeles. Then we 
started out to see if we could find a location that looked promising for 
a new laundry. In our search we visited San Francisco, Portland, 
Seattle and Spokane. Then we went to Chicago and finally the firm 
bought another laundry there and I was made manager of it. 

For two years and a half I stayed at that plant and then was trans- 
ferred to one of our larger laundries in St. Louis. We enjoyed a year 
in St. Louis and hated to leave when we were called back to Chicago in 
June, 1910. Since then I have been connected with the executive 
headquarters of our company in Chicago. While in St. Louis I used 
to occasionally run across Bob Burkham, Tommie McPheeters, Alex 
Gait and "Pooch" Prewitt. 

I very much regret that I was unable to attend the class reunion 
but it was absolutely impossible. I thought of you all time and again 
and was ciuite miserable over my inability to join in the celebration. 

Our boy was born in October 191 1, now being 22 months old. We 
have hopes that he will graduate with the class of 1934. 

Just before the Reunion we had some splendid luncheons at the 
LTniversity Club here, to imbibe a bit of the reunion spirit. Wrink 
Grannis was there, also Mac McNamara, Paul Welling, Little Jimmie 
Ames, John Burnham, Cy Adams, Louie Layton, Andy Freeman, Pop 
Decker and Rube Lake. It did us all good to get together and I wish 
we might continue the luncheons. 

Also just before the Reunion I had letters from "Robbie" and also 
from "Tuppy" Ashmead, both old roommates of mine. This was 
the first letter I had had from "Tuppy" for many moons. I am going 
to try and see if I cannot get him to do it again some of these days. 

A few weeks ago Hodge spent some days in Chicago and this time 
brought his wife with him. Hodge is just the same as ever — we had 
several good visits together. 

Along about our Junior year — in the summer "Robbie" happened to 
strike Chicago. As my family were across the lake in Michigan we 
decided to spend Sunday over there. AVe persuaded Andy Freeman to 
go along and took the boat that night. The trip over was uneventful — 
"Robbie" proving a better sailor than Andy by about 15 minutes. We 
reached our destination in the morning and by night both Andy and 
"Robbie" had so far recovered as to want to take in a dance at the 
Hotel. Not one of us knew a soul there, but Andy happened to over- 
hear somebody talking about a Miss , that she had been attending 

Miss Brown's school in New York. Andy at once had an inspiration — 

got a bell hop to point out Miss to him and then as soon as the 

opportunity presented itself marched up to the lady and claimed 
acquaintance on the strength of having met her at her school in New 
York. This might have been all O. K., only it happened that the 
bell hop had pointed out the sister instead of the one who had gone 
to Miss Brown's. However, Andy's fussing ability saved him — Andy 
is some fusser, you remember — the young lady let him down easy and 
called her sister saying, "Here is a young man who says he knows you." 
Andv at once began his explanations again — this time that he had met 



her at a dance at her school the winter before. She was much inter- 
ested but finally suggested that it was somewhat peculiar as her school 
had given no dance that winter — only a tea. Andy without blinking 
interrupted her to say that he had thought it was a dance but it might 
have been a tea. I'll take my hat off to him — he got his dance and was 
introduced to the mother as "A young gentleman I met last winter in 
New York." Andy was a gentleman too — he introduced "Robbie" 
and myself to the young lady. 

With kindest regards to yourself and with the hope that the book 
will not be long delayed, I am, 

JMost sincerely, 

Geo. E. Munger. 




GEORGE HAROLD NEVIU3 

p r Shrewsbury, X. J. 

b Arlington Co., 725 Broadway, New York City 

m Ethel Finch Davis, Feb. 14, 1906 



Salesman The Arlington Co. 

Shrewsbury, N. J., Sept. 5, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Better late than not to have been the recipient of that touching appeal 
from Mae Belle. I move that she be made an honorary member of the 
class! Here's hoping that your vile language may be estopped and 
she holds her job. 

But, really, Whit, the task of doing three things all at one time has 
been too much for me. I filled out my aisplication blank for the life 
policy as soon as it was received and trust that I can qualify. I notice 
that the company you represent does not ask the customary question as 
to whether the applicant is addicted to alcoholic drink — why is that ? In 
fact there are several peculiar things about this thing. You ask for 
my picture and the pictures of my children (I have none) but do not 
ask for that of my wife— is that done purposely? 

Well, any way, I send the only picture of myself that I can find — I 
promised several people that I would never have another real photo- 



graph taken and refuse to break the rule. Beside this picture really has 
more to it than a regular 'mug.' It appeals to the imagination— one 
might gather either that I had so progressed in worldly wealth as to be 
treading the high seas on my private yacht or was being deported as an 
'undesirable citizen'— a la Harry K. Thaw. You will notice that my 
right arm is extended as if shackled to something— and it was !— a 
gin-rickey, I think. _ 

Whitney, the reunion was one grand little time, i have only one 
reo-ret. Somebody has a cup that Dave Bingham and I stiU have a 
look in upon. Who ran that tennis tournament, anyway ? Dave and I 
have been practicing all summer by correspondence expecting to be 




An 

interesting 

Photograph 

OF 

Mr. Nevius 

TAKEN at a 

i'.koadway 
.Studio 



notified by some one who we would have to beat up in order to gain 
permanent possession. Damn it all — way back in Freshman year a fel- 
low named Schauffler beat me out of the freshman tournament and 
then jumped a class into 1902 and now after fourteen years of effort 
somebody else slips one over. But the beer and the soft drinks and the 
band and the costumes and the ball game were grand ! and the one 
hundred and eighty-five men looked good to me. I think every man 
who came back must have gone away impressed with what a class of 
"men" we had. They all looked as if they had made good and no 
matter how much each man had been patting himself on the back with 
the thought of how much he had accomplished he could not help but 

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realize that there were a few others who had done even better in their 
respective "ten years." 

That brings me to what you probably want to know. In the past 
ten years, I have worked variously as my report will show — -but always 
at selling merchandise in one way or another. I traveled three years 
through the middle and northwest, have been sent abroad on business 
and still hold my job. Seven of the ten years have been sjDent under 
the direction and training of my wife. I am living on a semi-farm 
and enjoy each morning before proceeding to New York on business 
the feeding of my ducks and chickens, the cultivation of my garden 
and flowers. I am fortunate enough to own a small car which enables 
me to make frequent trips to that grandest place of all — old Princeton. 
Yours as ever, 

Harold Nevius. 




WILLIAM A. NEWELL 
p b r 566 E. State St., Trenton, X. J. 

m Florence Nightingale Correll, June 16, 1909 

Physician 

Trenton, N. J., Nov. 2, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

Your letter with enclosed statistic blank just received which I hasten 
to answer. 

I note space is allotted on the statistic blank for lawyers, ministers, 
learned professors, diplomats, statesmen, politicians, authors, farmers, 
captains of industrj?, financiers, army and navy officers and in fact 
every learned profession and calling under the sun except those of 
medicine, osteopathy and Christian Science. 

I am "pedling pills for a livin', " so tO' speak, and gleaning more 
privilege and pleasure than profit therefrom. My latchstring is ever out 
for 1903, and every now and then I am rewarded by one of the class 
tarrying a bit with me. 

We will never forget that Decennial, those of us who were privileged 
to be there. The Tin Horn is great — but this coming Record will be 
of priceless interest to all of us. 

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I hope for your sake, that everyone has aided you, by being as 
prompt in answering your communications and having their "picture 
took"' as I have been. 

Yours as ever, 

"Bill" Newell. 




COURTLANDT NICOLL 

pb 31 Nassau St., New York City 
r 405 Park Ave., New York City 

m lone Page, April 19, 191 1 

iMildred, b July 22, 191 3 

Lawj'er 

Court has been twice elected a New York Alderman. A taxidriver 
stuck Court a year or so ago and ever since he has been pushing legis- 
lation to regulate taxicab rates, and he'.s put it over too. Last fall the 
Alderman had the foreman of a gang working on the new subway near 
his home hailed to court for committing a nuisance in that they worked 
their gangs in shifts from 6 a. m. to 11 p. m. Mr. Nicoll solemnly 
declared that he required 8 hours sleep which was impossible if the 
respite from noise at night was only 7 hours. 



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GUSTAVUS OBER, JR. 

p Baltimore, Md. 

r 1217 North Charles St., Baltimore, Md. 

b U. S. Fidelity & Guaranty Co., Baltimore, Md. 

President G. Ober & Sons Co. 

Baltimore, Md., Sept. 4, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

This prompt attention to your recent unreasonable request is due to 
the touching letter from your stenographer. Miss Mae Belle Kelleher, 
and knowing your vicious temper and general disagreeable disposition, 
I am hastening to relieve the strain that she must have been suffering 
under for some time past. If I can be of any service to either of you 
further, kindly let me hear. 

Yours very truly, 

GusT.wus Ober, Jr. 




EDWARD ALBERT ODELL 

p Roslyn, R.F.D., Baltimore Co., Md. 
r b Box 676, San Juan, P. R. 
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m j\Iai"3' Irene Diehl, June 2, 1908 

Katherine Louise, b May 10, 1909 
Mary Diehl, b Sept. 13, 191 1 

Missionary under Presbyterian Board of Home ^Missions to 
Porto Rico 

San Juan, P. R., Dec. 19, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

You seem determined to overcome the natural modesty and reticence 
and humility of our, justly proud, class. It would be perfectly natural 
for other classes, and especially that bold bunch that followed us, to 
write of their deeds — great if there were such — small as there doubtless 
are. Not so 1903. To her belongs that great body of men so promi- 
nent to-day, the Doers. The men who silently work away unknown, 
unseen, hid behind the great work they are doing, until the very 
greatness of it makes them famous. Now here you come demanding 
that we anticipate this day of glory, save the world the glare of it, peep 
from behind the scenes and whisper what we are doing. Well if we 
do remember and keep it quiet. 

As for me my responsibility is great. I am carrying the double 
responsibility of teaching all Porto Rico how to live and the Americans 
how to die. Our government, with its kind and wise heads needs con- 
stant supervision. Think of it! 

The governors how to ''gov." 

And the doctors how to "doc." 
The lovers how to "lov." 

And the Knockers how to "knock." 

The teachers how to "teach." 

And the lawyers how to "law." 
The preachers how to "preach." 

And the world — it stands in awe. 

This, and not another '03 man here. I saw Atlas the other day 
and he grinned at me and said, "Say, old man, carrying this globe is a 
'pipe,' I feel for you." Seriously, if a fellow wants to see old Nature 
work where she can put in the whole time the year round and not lose 
a single minute this is the place. This Island is a beautiful little Gem. 
Come and see it. 

Now a personal word to you Whitney. Your letter came last night. 
The other twenty have come at different times and I take this oppor- 
tunity of grovelling in the dust for such treatment of our Class 
Secretary. 

With every good wish for you and all the men. 
Cordially, 

Gov. 




JOHN S. O'NEILL 

r 310 W. io6th St., New York City 

Real Estate 

New York City, Jan. 3, 1914. 
Dear Whitney : 

I enclose my picture and necessary statistics. You must pardon 
me for not writing a letter to the class. I am sure it would be very 
uninteresting. 

Thank you for all the trouble you have taken in this matter. I know 
the book will be a big success. 

Very truly yours, 

Jack O'Neill. 




MORRISON J. OSWALD 

pb Care J. G. Brill Co., Philadelphia, Pa. 
Manager Supply Department, J. G. Brill Co. 



Philadelphia, Pa., Oct. 28, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

In accordance with your night letter of the 26th inst. I am enclosing 
a photograph which I trust will be suitable for the Class Record. 

As to my vocation for the past five years, I have been with The 
J. G. Brill Co., Philadelphia, manufacturers of street railway cars and 
trucks, as Manager of the Supply Department. 
Yours very truly, 

M. J. Oswald. 




GWILYM OWEN 

p 109 Union St., Johnstown, Pa. 
rb Dawson, N. M. 

m Elizabeth Reese, April 7, 1903 

Helen Louise, b June 5, 1904 
John Morgan, b Aug. 25, 1909 

With Stag Canon Fuel Co., Dawson, N. M. 



Dawson, N. M., Oct. 7, 1913. 
Fellow Classmates : 

At the end of my first year at Princeton, it was deemed advisable by 
my parents to keep me out of school for one year on account of my 
health. At the expiration of that time, I had not improved any and 
after several operations in the east for the removal of a tubercular 
muscle, I went to Colorado to recuperate. After a short rest, I entered 
the employ of the Colorado F. & I. Co. at Pueblo, Colo., where I 
remained for one year. 

I, then, accepted a position as Chief Clerk with the A^ictor- 
American Fuel Co. at their mines near Gallup, N. M., where I remained 
for about seven years, leaving there in July of this year. 

While at Gallup, I was for sometime within a few miles of Sellers, 
now deceased, but did not know it at the time. 

At the present time, I am with the Stag Canon Fuel Co. of Dawson, 
New Mexico. 



Since coming west, I have made one trip to the east and this summer 
made a trip to the Pacific coast but have never been fortunate enough 
to run across any 1903 boys. With kindest wishes, I am. 
Very sincerely, 

GwiLYM Owen. 




EDGAR PALMER 

p r "Alansten," Rye, N. Y. 

b New Jersey Zinc Co., 55 Wall St., New York City 

m Zilph Hayes, Nov. 22, 1910 
Zilph, b Jan. 8, 191 2 

President The New Jersey Zinc Co. 



New York, Aug. 21, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

I have been away with the cruise of the New York Yacht Club on 
my good ship Venona, so was unable to answer your call for 
pictures, life histories, etc., promptly. 

In passing, I might add that we met with very good success, winning 
four cups, one of which was none other than the "Commodore's" cup. 

In your request you say "start at the beginning." Well, here goes. 

I was born at a very early age, but lived to outgrow it; then, after 
eighteen years of growing, not in height, my, no!) I arrived at Prince- 
ton a Freshman. The next four years, with the grand and glorious 
Class of 1903, were the best ever. Then followed two years in the 
electrical school, where "Cupid" Holt and yours truly were some busy 
trying to fit ourselves to keep the wolf from the door. Since leaving 
college, with the exception of the first year, when I was with the 
Westinghouse Electrical Manufacturing Company at Pittsburgh, I 
have been employed by The New Jersey Zinc Company, or by its 
subsidiary companies. At the present time I am associated with a 
variety of interests in a number of difl:'erent corporations, the names 
of which are given in my statistical blank. 

On November 22, 1910, I married Miss Zilph Hayes, and at the 
wedding the Grand Old Class of 1903 was represented by Norman 



Donald, Courtlandt NicoU, Forrest Pearson, Arthur Jenvey and Perci- 
val Tillinghast in the capacity of ushers. In 191 1 I moved to Rye, New 
York, where I am at present, located on the Jay property. Our little 
daughter, Zilph Palmer, was born January 8, 1912, in New York City. 

If, at any time, members of the class are passing Rye, on the Boston 
Post Road, I would consider it a great pleasure if they would pause a 
moment and have a glass of refreshing spring water, or something like 
that, with us. The latch string is always out for the Class of 1903. 

Hoping that each and every 1903 man achieves the goal toward 
which he is working and enjoys all the blessings of this life, I remain. 
As ever, 

Edgar Palmer (alias "Pedlar"). 




NORMAN HULICK PARKE 

p r b Great Bend, Pa. 

m Julia Floyd Phyfe, April 28, 1903 
Julia Floyd, b April 27, 1904 
Elizabeth Gildersleeve, b July 28, 1905 
Anne Carll, b Jan. 10, 1912 

General Manager Black Horn Leather Co. 

Great Bend, Pa., Nov. 28, 1913. 
My dear Darrow : 

Answering your various letters, there are three good reasons why I 
haven't written you before. One is because I enjoy hearing from you; 
another is that I haven't letter-writing ability, and the third — I can't 
bring myself to realize that a lo-year autobiography would be interest- 
ing to the other fellow, although I would be mightily mterested in 
what the other fellow has to say for himself, for I have had very little 
chance to see anything of the men of my class since the spring of 1902. 

You know I became engaged in my Junior year, and sizing up my 
position with the Faculty — and having exhausted the last of my force- 
ful arguments — I decided to get to work — which I did forthwith, accept- 
ing a position with a lumber company in West Virginia — for which 
company I had done some engineering work in the spring of '00. 

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I think the wildness of the 250,000 acres of virgin timber appealed to 
me and made the decision easy. The country was covered with Hard- 
wood and Spruce extending back unbroken for miles from the banks 
of the Cherry River — which has as its tributaries a North and South 
. fork affording a splendid water supply for the turkey, bear, deer and 
other game. Deserting my first wife— Forr Pierson, naming Kid 
Palmer as correspondent, I retreated — as was the common expression 
in those days "back to the tall timber" for Woodrow had put his "seal 
of disapproval" on me. 

The squatters, or free settlers, of the West A'^irginia mountains are 
no less wild than the game you find there. They are always divided into 
factions — at war with each other, but I found most of them interesting; 
generous to a fault — though shrewd and suspicious of all advances — 
especially those supported by documents having a legal aspect. And 
chey were not without ground for their suspicions for the generation 
the Lumber Company had to deal with were born to the wilds of the 
country and naturally felt, like the Indians, possession to be nine points 
of the law. 

To encroach within the boundaries, established by their ancestors, 
was to them a terrible injustice deserving of their revenge — which they 
believed to be supported by their moral right to destroy the life or 
property of the offender. Unlike the probable effect, however, of an 
U. S. invasion in Mexico, the Lumber Company as a common enemy 
did not unite the factions, and it was not uncommon to find a member 
of one of the factions, at the edge of a fallen timber clearing, who had 
come to the end of his life's trail, and no questions were asked; and 
furthermore, it was considered wise to keep your opinions as to the 
cause to yourself. 

I found these strange people considerably changed during the inter- 
val between '00 — when I first went into the country — and when T went 
back in '02. The Lumber Company's improvements had attracted the 
attention of the Government — who, up until then, had been unable to 
effect any reform in the distilling of whiskey — usually corn whiskey, 
but with the lumbermen from various parts of the middle south came 
one Charles McCormic, a slight little man with smiling blue eyes who 
offered his services to the Federal Officers and — single-handed — confis- 
cated twenty-one out of twenty-two "moonshine" layouts. 

I would like to tell you of a number of JMcCormic's escapades as he 
felt his way to within striking distance of a Still, hidden away back in 
these mountains, protected by timber so heavy that it turned sunshine 
into dusk, only it would take up too much space, but I will just tell you 
of his last and greatest triumph against the worst of them all — the 
leader of the predominating faction the location of whose Still was a 
veritable stronghold. 

McCormic had been shot three times within a fortnight and was keep- 
ing well under cover, when one night his brother — acting as a spy and the 
only one acquainted with his whereabouts — came to the deserted shack 
of one of the moonshiners who was doing time, and where McCormic 
was hiding advised him that the two sons of Josh Jackson had crossed 
the divide with a couple packs of liquor. JNIcCormic got right out, 
although suffering from his wounds — it was then about 10.30 p. m. — 
saddkd up his horse and started alone for the Jackson stronghold — 
twelve miles distant, through dense timber and loose mossy-rock forma- 
tion and logs — a course void of anv trail that could be recognized 



by the average woodsman in broad daylight. His course crossed and 
re-crossed the north forl<. In some places it was necessary to ride 
for a mile or more in the stream with a bottom of slippery boulders — 
the Laurel, which grows 12 to 15 feet high, making it impossible to 
take either bank. He urged his horse on — taking chances on a mis-step 
breaking a leg, or breaking his own by the horse rubbing him against a 
tree, which is quite possible, for even on a moonlight night in heavy 
timber 3'ou might as well be blindfolded — as he knew the two sons 
would be back to strengthen the guard before morning. 

The Government had offered a heavy ransom for Jackson alive, as it 
was pretty certain he had killed a couple of Federal deputy officers. 

When McCormic reached a point on the divide about a mile from the 
Jackson cabin, he staked his horse and went on, feeling his way, down a 
ravine in which the Jackson cabin was hidden ; so effectually hidden that 
you or I could pass vvithin fifty yards or less and never know it was 
there or notice any signs that' would lead us to it. When he had gotten 
within a stone's throw of the log cabin and could see an occasional 
spark from the chimney, he dropped on his hands and knees and 
crawled until he was opposite a window. To do this without snapping 
a twig or causing even a rustle is an art in itself. Raising up he could 
see, from the light of the coals on the hearth, old Jackson's 6 feet 3^ 
inches of brawn reclining in a barrel chair in front of the fireplace — a 
deer hound stretched out on either side of him. 

McCormic stood for some time pondering over in his mind what to 
do. If he shot him he would get less than half the reward and no 
honor; if he went near a window or a door the dogs would surely 
scent him and make a live capture impossible, and he knew his time 
must be getting short — that it must be after 2 o'clock in the morning. 
Then his quick wit which had saved his life more than once came to his 
rescue. He dropped to his hands and knees again and crawled to the 
rough stone chimney — fortunately for his purpose there was no window 
on that side of the cabin. Very carefully he gathered leaves and twigs 
within reach and filling his pockets he scaled the chimney, lighted a 
sulphur match and started a fire, in the gable of the cabin, with the 
fuel he had gathered, worked his way to the ground and crawled to the 
back of the cabin opposite the door to await developments. 

He didn't have to wait long — and the hand-hewn shingles were dry 
and the fire soon had a good start. The dogs barked, Jackson roused 
up and heard the crackling and as it was by the chimney his suspicions 
were not aroused as he believed it had caught from the fire oil the 
hearth. He grabbed a bucket instead of a gun and hurried to the 
spring and, as luck would have it — closing the door to prevent a 
draught, locked the dogs in. McCormic let him put the fire out and 
then covered him; put on the bracelets and ordered him to march in 
the direction of his horse but this Jackson refused to do. And again 
McCormic was confronted with a hard problem to solve. He threatened 
to fill him full of lead but Jackson refused to move, and instead laid 
down and laughed at the small form of his captor. McCormic was 
desperate ; if he left him to get his horse the boys might return before 
he did and there would be but one answer, so he came to the con- 
clusion there was but one solution to the problem — he must pack that 
huge man twice his weight up the ravine to his horse. And he did 
this — Jackson admitted — but how he did it is a mystery. He couldn't 
put him on the horse but Jackson got on himself rather than be dragged 

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by the stirrup, and McCormic landed his man in custody before the 
sons, with the aid of the dogs, could overtake them — thereby complet- 
ing one of the greatest pieces of work any one man had ever accom- 
plished for the Government. 

I want to speak of another man who was one of the most interesting 
natives of that immediate vicinity — a member of the faction opposing 
the Jacksons, John Cook. He was the best shot I ever knew. He had 
been shot several times but always from ambush and after dark — his 
worst enemies didn't want to take a chance in daylight — much less in 
the open, but they did get a couple of fingers from his right liand — 
which interfered with his shooting for a short time. John was not 
alone renowned for his ability in handling shooting irons, but had a 
most remarkable gift for location and an uncommon practical knowl- 
edge of things in general. He was the exception among his people — 
having crossed the mountains into Greenbrier and workecl in the 
mines. He was possibly the only native who had seen a locomotive until 
the B. & O. line was extended to take care of the Lumber Company's 
output. On account of his particular fitness the company hired him as 
head boundary man to protect the company from infringements on their 
territorial rights, but he did not accept this position until the company 
had extended favors to his faction in the matter of ground rights. 

When I was at the Lumber Company's camp — now quite a town, in 
the summer of 'oo, John was acting as guide to the timber inspector and 
one morning borrowed my relic of the Spanish conflict — a 38- Army 
Colt's — to carry on a tramp tO' a far boundary line instead of his heavy 
Savage rifle, as he had a pack basket and other equipment to tote. 
When he returned at the end of the week I asked him how he liked the 
gun and he remarked — "It's a right smart piece of jewelry" and that 
he thought he could learn to use it with practice At mess' the timber 
inspector remarked on the exceedingly common food and said that he 
had been having Rough Grouse all week. Knowing the only gun they 
had carried was my Colt's I expressed interest as to how they managed 
it and was advised by the inspector that John had gotten the birds — 
and all but one or two on the wing — with my shooting iron — to say 
nothing of squirrel and a buck — a quarter of which had been turned 
over to the cook for our Sunday dinner. I had thought I was a fair 
shot but that dispelled the notion. I think John hated to return the 
gun but I was glad he did, for the next day, Sunda)', when sitting in a 
little game in the blacksmith shop he got into an argument with a near 
relative of the Jackson faction. The others sitting in the game pre- 
vented gun play but the game stopped, and as they mosied out of the 
shop the Jackson man offered John a compliment he didn't like and 
John told him if he said that again he would shoot his teeth out, and 
if he hadn't been jealous of his position with the company it would 
have been "lights" instead of "teeth." When the Jackson man had 
gone pistol distance down the road he half turned, drawing his gun, 
repeated the compliment, but before it was well out of his mouth, or 
he had brought his gun into action, John had turned, thrown his 
Savage up and fired. The man dropped and it was thought John had 
missed his mark and killed him, but he hadn't. True to his word 
he had shot out his upper front teeth, and, appropos of the occasion 
took oft' a little lip into the bargain. But I was glad he hadn't used 
my gun, he might have missed. 

Fred Hussey '02, came down to see me in his Senior year and I 

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got John to take him out for turkey. The first day out they didn't 
have any luck and returning to John's "Flap-jack" as I called his shack, 
he could turn one i8" in diameter — Fred, having heard of John's 
shooting ability (and he had seen a mess of squirrels John had sent 
me, each with its throat cut and no other mark) expressed doubt as to 
any advantage in a Savage over a Winchester, whereupon John, ad- 
mitting he "reckoned it did make some difference which you was 
used to" called Fred's attention to a woodpecker in the topmost branch 
of a huge tree, Fred said it looked like a bumblebee, threw up the old 
Savage and apparently taking careless aim dropped the bird. Picking it 
up he remarked in his usual drawl, noticing the head was all gone, "I 
never could save the heads of them birds they are so close to their 
bodies" and Fred no longer doubted. 

On rereading this I am tempted to relegate it to the scrap basket. 
You asked me to write about myself, but Fll add a line to cover and 
send this along. 

Well, beginning where I left oft', Julia and I were married in the 
spring '03 and after a brief trip abroad took up our residence with a 
native family in a log house, on the ridge above the south fork, six miles 
from town. Our- room was 7 x 10; the furniture, a home-made bed 
with a straw mattress, will omit further detail ; two stands made from 
grocery boxes, one chair and a marvelous 8x10 fancy gilt and mica 
inlaid frame looking-glass that gave one a "marceled" reflection. We 
determined on this location as it was a convenient place from which to 
reach a point on the South fork where I was developing a coal out-crop 
to supply the company and B. & O. engines, and the local demand. 

In '04, in response to the family's urging, and Julia's family having 
become reconciled to her fate, we came North and I took the manage- 
ment of a tannery at Brandt, a little later moving the business here as 
it had out grown the Brandt plant. And here we are still, fighting 
hard to meet the foreigner's competition in leather, made from the 
raw material he has sold us, under the Wilson tariff. It is a very 
tender subject for, having been successful four years ago in maintain- 
ing the rate and straightening out some wrinkles in the old schedule in 
behalf of the five tanners in this country, including ourselves, dependent 
on the importation of raw material, I was again assigned the task of 
pleading our cause at ^'^^ashing■ton. But this time I found conditions 
changed : the Underwood Committee was not interested in hearing 
your troubles, what they wanted to know was, "How did you vote?" I 
was able, by personal appeal to the committee, to eft'ect a compromise 
more favorable than was meted out to the glove leather people. This 
had gotten as far as the Senate when the glove people put in a claim 
for the same rate we had gotten, with the result that instead of helping 
their cause they pulled us down. 

There isn't much to tell you outside of the business. The country 
here is beautiful. The town is on the banks of the Susquehanna with an 
elevation of 1200 feet. We have good roads from here to Binghamton, 
N. Y., a distance of fifteen miles. A¥e have fair Rough Grouse shoot- 
ing but most of the hunting is for the Political Game, of which I knew 
nothing when I came here, but to which I think I have been introduced 
in each branch of the public service. At present I have the honor 
to be Senior Justice, President of Council and of the Board of Trade 
and am slated for the Legislature, but right there I draw the line for 
two good reasons, I can neither afford the time nor the expense. 

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Looking forward with great expectation to the Class Record, and 
with best wishes to you and greetings to the other fellows who may read 
this epistle, believe me, as always, 

Faithfully yours, 

Norman H. Parke. 

[The Editor takes pleasure in appending one of the letters he prizes 
most.] 

My dear Mr. Whitney Darrow : 

I think I am very late about thanking you for the lovely birthday 
card you sent me. 

I wish you could see Sister Anne now. 

Clair has six little puppyes there is one pure white one and the rest 
of them are black and white. 

We are having school every morning with Miss O'Neil. Some 
times we ride Filo or we take Sister Anne out for a ride. 

With lots of love from Betty Parke. August 15, 1913, Great Bend, 
Pennsylvania. 




HARRY OTTO PARSONS 

p r Crescent Athletic Club, Brooklyn, N. Y. 
b 16 Court St., Brooklyn, N. Y. 

Banker with Henry Clews & Co. 

Brooklyn, N. Y., Dec. 9, 1913. 
Dear Darrow : 

Enclosed find the only picture that I can find, and if you can use 
it, do. 

In haste, 

Harry O. Parsons. 




WILLIAM SCHUYLER PATE 

p b 100 William St., New York City 
1- 8 Douglas Road, Glen Ridge, N. j! 

m Irene Baile}', Nov. 14, 1906 

Barbara VVastell, b Oct. 30, 1907 

Insurance Broker with Pate & Robb 



New York, Nov. 24, 1913. 
Dear Whit : 

At last the deed is done and I am sending on the results with this 
letter, and if the young lady's picture isn't returned with a blue ribbon 
attached, you're no judge of beauty. Your kindness in holding the 
Record from going to press solely for my letter and pictures, as stated 
in your last collect telegram, would be more duly appreciated did I not 
know what a bluff it was. However, the prevarication was justified by 
the worthiness of the object. 

About this life history business, Whit, would it not be more fitting to 
devote the valuable and doubtless limited space to those who first 
could write a good letter, and then had led a more eventful career than 
yours truly, but since I promised, here you are : 

Brooklyn was where I was first reported, and in due course was 
sent to Public School. From there I went to the Brooklyn Polytechnic 
Preparatory School where I absorbed sufficient knowledge to enable me 
to enter Princeton, and the four years spent there will always furnish 
thought for the pleasantest memories, brightened now and then by 
our reunions. The residence of our popular friend Zazzali on Vande- 
venter Street was my home in Freshman year, where I enjoyed the 
company of Bill Talley and Harry Turner. 

In Junior year, while in North Carolina, I met "The Girl" and from 
then on graduation was only a step to matrimony. After leaving the 
shades of "Old Nassau" I took a position with a large Export Plouse 
as head of the mailing and delivery department, and spent my spare 
time figuring how to support a wife on five dollars a week. My next 
venture was in Real Estate, but this proved unsatisfactory and I then 
went with Pate & Roblj, Insurance Brokers.. There the trail stops. 



In 1906 Iwas married to Miss Irene Bailey of Camden (Tlie Girl of 
N. C). Brookl3'n still continued the home town. In 1907 Barbara 
Wastell Pate joined us. She soon expressed a desire for country life 
so in 1908 we migrated to Cranford, N. J., the home of that well known 
artist and illustrator, Charlie Wrenn and his roommate Cliff Babson. 
In 1909 our second child, a son, was born, but he lived only eight 
months. Partly on account of his death we moved to Montclair, N. ]., 
and last year we bought a home in Glen Ridge, N. J., and hope that 
this will be permanent. 

I am anticipating a great deal of pleasure in reading the Record, so 
rush it along. 

Yours very sincerely, 

W. S. Pate. 




GEORGE PAULL 

p r 1019 Heberton Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa. 

b 905 Commonwealth Bldg., Pittsburgh, Pa. 

m Mary Stewart Dickey, April 25, 1905 
Nancy Lea, b Feb. 8, 1906 
William Dickey, b Oct. 2, 1908 
Mar}- Louise, b Dec. 19, 1912 

A'ice-President Treasurer Commonwealth Fuel Co. 



Pittsburgh, Pa., Sept. 5, 1913. 
Dear Classmates : 

Without any hot air preamble I'll plunge into my dark and gloomy 
past — with full assurance from AVhitney Darrow that nothing said here- 
in will be used as evidence against me. 

The summer we left Princeton I took a trip with my father up the 
Hudson to Albany, Saratoga, then Lake George and Lake Champlain 
to Montreal and back to Pittsburgh via the St. Lawrence River, 
Thousand Islands, Toronto, Niagara Falls and Buffalo. 

In October, 1903, I went down to Bellaire, Ohio, with the Empire 
Coal Mining Co. which afterwards became the Rail & River Coal Co. 
Bellaire is located four miles down the Ohio River from Wheeling, 



W. \'a., and in 1904, Bill Coulter was in the railroad contracting 
business and had a job on the B. & O. R. R. in Ohio near Wheeling and 
I saw a good deal of him. 

On April 25, 1905, I was married to jNIary Stewart Dickey in Pitts- 
burgh, and in the spring of 1907, we moved back to Pittsburgh. In 
1907, I went into the wholesale coal business for myself and expect 
to dig and sell "black diamonds" for all time. I have seen a great 
many of Our classmates since graduation and have been back to Prince- 
ton quite often — have enjoyed several trips back to the old burg with 
Bill Coulter in his machine, Norman Pitcairn, "Col." Byles and Tommy 
Campbell usually going with us. I sure did enjoy our Decennial and 
the Reunion Committee deserve a tremendous amount of credit for 
the unqualified success of the reunion. Here's hoping we'll all meet 
again in 1918 if not sooner. 

In closing will say that I have three children — two girls and a boy and 
naturally they are the best ever. Billy is lined up for the Class of 1929 
unless he has inherited his daddy's dumbness and can't get in. 

With best wishes for continued health and good luck to all, I am, 
As ever yours, 

"Casey" Paull. 




FORREST GARFIELD PEARSON 

p b 1825 E. Boston Ave., Philadelphia, Pa. 
r 515 Lincoln Drive, Philadelphia, Pa. 

m Olive C. Corning, June 15, 191 1 
Corning, b June 16, 1913 



With Joseph T. Pearson, Packing Boxes & Lumber 




EUGENE THOMAS PELHAM 

p b 412 West 26th St., New York City 
r 239 West 103rd St., New York City 

m Victoria Beatrice Frittenatter 

Eugent T., Jr., b Oct. 16, 1909 
Beatrice Annette, b Feb. 21, 1911 

Insurance Broker 

New York City, Sept. 29, 191 3. 
Dear Whitney : 

I suppose you feel like punching my head off not responding sooner, ' 
but I have been trying to get enough nerve together so as to get those 
pictures 3'ou want of my kids and self. They will follow I hope soon. 

'I have kept out of jail, keep good hours, once in a while when I 
meet some one of the crowd, I do miss the door step greeting home 
and I have the usual argument with my wife, the married men under- 
stand. Attending to business every day, if anybody wants to give me 
some more I am ready to handle it. 

Gene Pelham. 



E. D. PERRY 

p rb Willsboro, Essex Co., N. Y. 
A registered letter receipt indicates that Perry is at the above address. 




JOHN MOORE PERRY 

p r b St. James, L. I., N. Y. 

m Mathilde Gustine Leverich, ]\Iay 21, igio_ 

Farmer 

St. James, L. I., Dec. i, 191 3. 
Dear AMiitne}' : 

I know I promised you a picture and a letter, but I didn't know 
what a rash promise I had made. I did go to a real photographer, with 
the result that I prefer my friends to remember me as I was and 
not the way I was made out to be. However, I am enclosing a photo 
made two years ago and the only one since Senior year. 

Since leaving college I have accomplished nothing wonderful, in 
fact, after talking to a number of the fellows last reunion, who are 
directors, bankers, etc., I feel sure that my humble occupation of farm- 
ing is far below the average. 

After three years of working for the P. R. R. on the East River 
Tunnels, I took up my present work and raise, when the weather per- 
mits, potatoes and cauliflowers. Don't for a minute think that life on 
a farm is dull. When your horses are not sick, they are running away, 
which causes amusement, anxiety and expense. Then your dogs kill 
your neighbor's pet cat, which creates a situation that has to be handled 
more diplomatically than an international affair. 

So you see we are not lacking in variety. I must now stop and go 
out and see if anything has happened. 

Let me know when we are going to have another reunion, big or 
small and I will try and be there. 

Always sincerely yours, 

John IMoore Perrv. 




ALFRED SAMUEL PHILLIPS 

p r 34 So. 8th Ave., Mt. Vernon, N. Y. 
b 21 Park Row, New York City 

m Edith Evans, Sept. 30, 1910 
Edith, b Oct. 26, 191 1 
Harriet Evelyn, b J\'Iarch 20, 1913 

Draughtsman, Department of Highways, New York City 

^It. Vernon, N. Y., Nov. 18, ign. 
My dear Whitney : 

Your many appeals for a letter have been received and I hope you 
will forgive me for being slow in answering them. I have been very 
busy in the engineering field and then, too, I have waited until I could 
get a picture of my younger daughter to send to you. 

Since leaving college I have roved around a 'little. I started out on 
railroad work in the hills and forests of Pennsylvania. Then I helped 
"push" the Battery tunnel under the East River, and that is one in- 
stance where being ''stuck in the mud" helps out a little. Not satisfied. 
I went after sea walls and piers around New York City and if they had 
listened to me I am sure I could have succeeded in blocking the East 
and North Rivers to ship traffic but the piers would have been long 
enough at any rate. 

Then I engaged in bridge buildmg and we "threw" the Manhattan 
bridge across the East River — some throw and I am proud of it. My 
name does not appear on the official tablet at the towers but on most 
parts of that bridge I worked and sweat although T didn't sweat over 
the whole job for we had some zero weather. 

At present I have come down to earth and am on just plain paving — 
street paving and it's surprising the number of law suits that come up 
over such a simple part of construction work. Some fellow occasionally 
will slip upon a perfectly good piece of pavement and sue the city 
for his clumsiness, another will fall off the curb and make more fuss 
over it than a fall oft' the Manhattan bridge. So the engineering depart- 
ment is kept busy showing some men how to walk and others how to 
step oft' curbs. 



Some of the steps one sees going up and down cvirbs have the tango 
"skinned a mile." 

So much for ni}' engineering experiences. 

Whitney, I appreciate the job you have on your hands and I am 
honestly sorry to have added to it by delaying, but really it has been 
unavoidable. 

I trust )'0U will have great success in compiling the record and I 
sincerely hope, that it will contain the good news that we all eagerly 
look for — the prosperity and health of our classmates. 
Yours most sincerely, 

Alfred S. Phillips. 




ELLIS LYNFORD PIERSON 

Trenton, N. J. 

493 West State St., Trenton, N. J. 

147 East State St., Trenton, N. J. 



Lawyer 



Trenton, N. J., Jan. i, 1914. 
Dear Whitney : 

Of course, I must be too late for the Decennial Record, but I 
must write to you to relieve my conscience. The occasion of activity 
on the part of my conscience is the ending of the old year. I try to 
start each year with all debts paid. In going through my drawer devoted 
to personal matters, I found all appeals from you for statistics, 
picture and letters. It then dawned upon me that there were debts to be 
paid besides those represented by itemized bills. I apologize for having 
caused you so much trouble. I realize that if others were so dilatory 
as I, we would have no book published. 

An account of my achievements must necessarily be brief, for they 
have consisted wholly of practicing my profession of law in a quiet, 
unobtrusive manner. I am not married. I am not engaged to be mar- 
ried. I don't own an automobile. I have no title. I hold no office. I 
have not been active in politics, religion, nor fraternities. As you 
know, my chief amusement is revisiting Princeton now and then. 

There are several members of the best class living in or near 

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Trenton. Old Doc Newell, of forty years' experience, recently per- 
formed an operation upon my arm. It was entirely successful, the 
pimple or boil disappearing shortly after the doctor's savage attack. 

Hank is the Mercer County farm expert. Having attained a giant- 
like growth after graduating, he determined to apply his system to 
corn-stalks and pigs. I haven't noticed that he has reduced the cost of 
hvmg hereabouts, but no doubt it would have been much higher if the 
farmers were deprived of his instructions. 

Dick Wilson is engaged in raising a family. Nuif sed. 

Charlie Hewitt is teaching pedagogy to the attractive young ladies 
who attend our State Normal School. It is said that Charlie would 
have been married years ago to several of his pupils if polygamy 
were practiced in this country. Under our present restriction custom 
m regard to matrimony, Charlie finds it quite impossible, to single out 
one from among the many beautiful creatures who constantly surround 
him. Then, besides, if he chooses one this year, who can say if next 
year a much more attractive siren will not come down from the 
meadows of Newark or up from the sands of Cape May to sit for 
learning at Charlie's feet ? 

Wishing you a very happy and prosperous New Year, believe me 
to be. 

Sincerely yours, 

Ellis L. Ptrrsom. 




I. 1903 




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NORMAN BRUCE PITCAIRN 
pb P. R. R., Verona, Pa. 
r Oakmont, Pa. 

m Mary Martin Leet, Oct. 15, 1913 

Supervisor Pennsyh-ania Railroad 



Verona, Pa., Nov. 3, 1913. 
Dear \Miitne\- : 

About my life since leaving Princeton, I have very little to write. 
Immediately upon graduation, I entered the service of the Pennsyl- 
vania Railroad and am still on the job. I have been located in the 
Division Engineer's office in Pittsburgh, in the office of the Engineer 



of Maintenance of Way, Broad Street, transitman in Altoona, Assist- 
ant Supervisor at Mount Holly, Camden, New Jersey, and Huntingdon, 
Newport and Mifflin, Pennsylvania, and in my present location as 
Supervisor since February, 1910. 

In all my locations, I have been near fellow-classmates and am glad 
to say that at all Princeton gatherings that I have attended, have 
always been able to count on a goodly representation for 1903. 

As far as the picture is concerned, I have none at present, but expect 
to send you one in the next week or ten days, but before I close 
I wish again to tell you how much I appreciate, as a member of 1903, 
the great work you men have done in making our I'eunions a success 
and in making stronger the class feeling of 1903. 
Yours very truly, 

iVORMAN B. PiTCAIRN. 




ELLIOTT V/ILBUR PITKIN 
p r 95 Locust Hill Ave., Yonkers, N. Y. 




ABNER HUNTER PLATT 

p r 74 Davis Ave., West New Brighton, S. I., N. Y. 
b 91 Wall St., New York City 
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m Nora Shelby Catchings, March 30, 1910 
Waddill, b June 26, 1912 
Hugh Hunter, b Sept. 30, 191 3 

Secretar)' Federal Sugar Refining Co. 

New York, Oct. 28, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

I wish that I could write a vivid and interesting account of my life 
for the last ten years, but while it has been full of interest to me, 
I am afraid I could not make it sound so to others and I hesitate to 
inflict myself on a long sufl^ering class. 

I have been very lucky. I have a job, and have taken unto myself a 
wife, and we have two boys. There is coal enough in the cellar to last 
well into February. Maybe March will be warm. Altogether things 
look well. 

Yours truly, 

A. H, PL.vrx. 

P. S. — I was made Captain of Troop "F" 2nd Cavalry, N. G. N. Y., 
last week. 




THOMAS F. PLUNKETT 

pr 156 East St., Pittsfield, Mass. 

b care Pontoosur Woolen Mfg. Co., Pittsfield, Mass. 

Woolen manufacturing 



Pittsfield, Mass., Oct. 28, 191 3. 
Dear Whitney : 

I ajTi sorry to have gummed the game so long, but I thought that I 
had filled out a statistic sheet before Reunion. As for a picture, I 
have not had one taken since graduation. I am not married and am 
working hard trying to make woolen cloth. 

The reunion was the best arranged reunion that ever took place. 
As always, 

Tom Plunkett. 



BERNARD E. POLLAK 

p r 401 1 Beechwood Ave., Rose Hill, Avondale, Cincinnati, O. 
b The Pollak Steel Co., Cincinnati, Ohio 

m Fannie M. Marcus, March 29, 1904 
Gertrude, b Sept. 3, 1907 
Emil, b July 11, 1909 
Bernard E., Jr., b April 17, 1913 

Treasurer and General Manager Pollak Steel Co. 

Cincinnati, Ohio, Dec. 17, 1913. 
My dear Darrow : 

Your esteemed letter of the 5th has remained unanswered by me 
on account of, you might style it neglect or the old worn out excuse 
being busy, but nevertheless it was buried on my desk underneath a 
number of papers and I finally succeeded in getting to the bottom of the 
heap to-day and I want to apologize for my seeming neglect which I 
assure you was unintentional, as I realize the amount of work that 
)'ou fellows have gone to. 

There is nothing especially exciting or out of the ordinary in my 
career since I have left Princeton, as I embarked in the Steel business 
in 1900 and have been steeling ever since. At present I am Treasurer 
and General IManager of the above company. I was married in March, 
1904, to Miss Fannie Marcus of the Class of 1903-Vassar. We have 
three children, the eldest Gertrude Pollak, age 6, Emil Pollak, 2nd, is 4, 
and Bernard E. Pollak, Jr., is eight months old, so from the present 
prospects there are two lined up for Princeton and one for Vassar. 

On account of my tardiness in replying to your letter it is too late to 
get the photograph that you ask for, as frankly, I have not had one 
taken by myself since 1904 and as I have not been requested by the 
Isthmian Canal Commission to have another one taken to adorn the 
walls of some Exposition building, modesty prohibits me from having 
another one taken. 

I want to add that it was not only a great pleasure to be able to be 
back for the Decennial in June but I consider it quite fortunate to have 
been able to be there to see all the fellows and participate in the bully 
good time we had, I am wondering whether a suspension of the old 
time custom rule of having a reunion every five years cannot be com- 
plied with by getting round the law in such a manner as to have a meet- 
ing every June and calling it a semi-reunion or some misnomer, so we 
can come as near as possible of having a time as we had last June. 

A'Vith very kind regards and wishing all the boys the best possible 
luck and happiness and with personal remembrance to yourself, I am. 
Yours very truly, 

Bernard E. Pollak. 




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WILLARD HALL PORTER, JR. 

p r 501 Delaware Ave., Wilmington, Del. 

b 460 Broad Street Station, Philadelphia, Pa. 

Clerk Pennsylvania Railroad 

Philadelphia, Pa. 
Dear Whitney : 

I take pleasure in sending picture and as much of the dope as I 
can give. 

Since graduating I have remained pretty close to Wilmington. For 
a while I was in the business office of one of the newspapers here, 
and since 1907 I have been upholding the P. R. R. 

I am still unmarried nor can I say I have met with any rebuffs. 
I have had several encounters with various members of the class 
and it would give me great pleasure to write of them, but why write 
what cannot be printed ? 

Yours, 

W. H. Porter, Jr. 




RAY P. PREWITT 

p r 5290 Waterman Ave., St. Louis, Mo. 
b Laclede Gas Bldg., St. Louis, Mo. 

Secretary and General Manager, Rector St. Louis Heating Co. 
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PERCY RIVINGTON PYNE 



p Princeton, N. J. 

r 263 Madison Ave., New York City 

b 55 Wall St., New York City 

Banker with Pvne, Kendall & Hollister 



Xew York, Nov. 10, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

I do not know how many times I have started to write this letter to 
you, but this time I am really going to finish. 

I have been working very strenuously since I left college, although 
I must confess that when I left I had no idea that I would do so. First 
I started in with the Farmers Loan & Trust Co., and later went in 
m)f father's estate office until 1908, when with Buell Flollister, a Yale 
man, Wister Kendall, a Harvard man and Page Chapman from Indi- 
anapolis, I started the banking firm of Pj'ne, Kendall & Hollister at 55 
Wall St., New York, where we have been since then and I am glad 
to say have been doing extremely well. 

Living in New York as I have done most of the time, I have seen 
quite a good deal of a number of our classmates and they all seem to he 
making good in the various paths that they have chosen. I hope you 
will remind the class that I am at our house in Princeton generally 
one or two nights a week during the fall and spring and am always 
delighted to see any of them there when they go back to Princeton. 

I have been abroad a number of times since graduation and on one of 
my trips had the pleasure of hearing "Spike" Warbeke render a selec- 
tion on the organ of one of the most celebrated English cathedrals. 

Although I gave up playing golf for some time, I am taking it up 
again now, and at the last tournament I played in found "Gar" Scott 
among the prominent Philadelphia entries. 

I have been very much interested during the last few years in making 
a collection of pictures, engravings, etc., of old New York, and have 
in my house in New York some six hundred old views of the City 
which are very interesting and which I would love to show to some of 
the fellows if they would care to see them. It is a satisfaction to 



know that mine is supposed to be the best known collection of these 
items, although there are hundreds of collectors all over the country. 

It was wonderful to see the turnout our class made in June and it 
must have been with a great deal of satisfaction that you saw the results 
of all the work you did to bring the class together. 




With kindest remembrances to all the class and looking forv/ard to 
our next reunion with a great deal of pleasure, I am, 
Faithfully yours, 

Percy R. Pyne, 2nd. 




PAUL JUSTUS RALPH 

pb 27 Beaver St., New York City 
r Atlantic Highlands, N. J. 

Factory Engineer N. K. Fairbanks Co. 
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New York City, Nov. lo, 191 3. 
Dear Whitney : 

I have your recent letter finding fault with the shortness of my 
oft'ering for the Class Record and saying that you want a decent 
letter with some sense in it. Your attitude has scared me so that 
I am going to have great difficulty in meeting your raised standard. 

As our classmates all know I started out to be an engineer and 
shipbuilder. I helped build ships for two years in Philadelphia and 
Camden and then went to Buffalo with a dredging company and 
helped them dig and keep in repair the various craft, dredges, scows, 
and tug boats. I was getting along quite well but didn't think so — 
and I thereupon made a big mistake in becoming the New Jersey 
agent for a soft coal mining compan)'. Now I am an engineer again 
and exercise my talents in behalf of the American Cotton Oil Co., of 
New York, who make lard compounds and soap in addition to refining 
oil. Just now I am in Chicago, but shall not be here for very long. 

As for news of our friends I cannot give you much. I have, of 
course, seen lots of those who live in New York, but there is nothing 
to say about them except — there they are — all more or less hard at 
work. I have seen one out of the way member — for I spent a few- 
days in September with Norman Welch in Charleston, S. C. He is 
still a mighty fisherman and shoots ducks on sight. If the pictures of 
his children don't show them fat and robust — just don't believe the 
pictures. Until recently I used to enjoy frequent automobile rides with 
Bill Newell who is New Jersey's champion long distance motorist and 
also a great trial to his wife. Often he starts out to see his patients 
and is not heard of again till he phones from Buffalo or Atlantic City 
that he cannot get home for lunch. If he can't break lions any more 
he insists on breaking speed laws — such is his destructive disposition. 

Now, Whitney, please don't make me write another. 
Most sincerely, 

Paul J. Ralph. 



ANDREW LAWRENCE RANDELL 

prb Sherman, Texas 

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m \'era Harrison, March lO, 1909 
Nina Harrison, b P'eb. 5, 191 1 

Lawyer 

Sherman, Texas, Xov. 29, 19 13. 
Dear Classmates : 

iWhit Dari"ow says he wants a letter. He doesn't say what kind or 
what about, so I shall simply send a few words of -greeting to the Class. 
I had planned to attend the Reunion. I never planned anything so faith- 
full}' and joyfully in my life, except, of course my wedding day. But 
man proposes and the Federal Court disposes. (See Bill Bryan on the 
first Income Tax decision.) I spent ten days, including those of the 
Reunion, in the Federal Court in Dallas, and was absolutely unable 
to get away. 

To say that I was deeply disappointed would not faintly express my 
feeling. My lot is cast in a far country, and I am denied the privilege 
of returning to the old Campus and renewing old associations. I value 
those associations. I consider the two years spent on that Campus 
the happiest and most profitable of my youth. My one regret is that 
I entered Princeton in the Junior rather than in the Freshman year, 
thereby losing the two years in which are formed the deepest and most 
abiding friendships. But two years were wholly sufficient to implant 
in my heart a lasting love for Princeton and all things Princetonian, 
and to bless me with some of the best and truest friends that ever 
honored any man. 

The decade just gone has brought to me the average share of 
blessings enjoyed or deserved by the average man. The cornfield 
lawyer amasses no great riches and accjuires no great fame. In some 
respects the circle of his life is not so wide as that of him who labors 
in great cities. But he has his peculiar advantages and conditions, and 
when ten years have brought him good friends, a fair practice, a 
charming home and the wife and daughter of his sweetest dreams, he 
feels that life has been far more kind than he deserves, and there is no 
room in his heart for envy of the lot of his more sophisticated brother 
whose daily companions are fame and fortune. 

If I may know that my friends and classmates of Princeton have 
been equally blessed, that there still remains with them, or some of 
them, a memory of the days when I so much enjoyed their association, 
and that the time may speedily come when I shall have the privilege of 
seeing them again, in my home or elsewhere, I shall be thankful on this 
day for contentment as great as any man may ask. 
Yours faithfully, 

Andrew L. R.'\ndell. 




JOHN RANKIN 

p rb Hotel Gerard, 123 W'. 44th St., New York City 

m Elizabeth Morton Harrower, June i, 1905 

Victor William Harrower, b April 18, 1906 
Ernest John Forbes, b Feb. 21, 191 1 
Gladys Harrower, b Nov. 28, 191 3 

Proprietor Hotel Gerard, New York City 

New York, Oct. 16, 1913. 
Dear ]\Ir. Darrow : 

Your very kind letter of the 15th received, and in reply would say 
that I am sending you my photo, under separate cover. Also as per 
your request I will give you a resume of my life, since I left college. 

Resume 

While at college an opportunity came to me to enter business. I 
seized it, left college, and went into the real estate business with my 
brother. Then in October, 1904, I became interested in The Gerard 
Hotel, New York City. On October i, 1905, I became sole proprietor 
of this hotel, where I have been doing business ever since. I was 
married to Miss E. M. Harrower, in The United Free Church, Spring- 
burn, Glasgow, Scotland, on June i, 1905. We have now two fine 
boys, Victor is the eldest, seven years old ; and Ernest who is two and 
one half years old. We have spent our summers in Scotland for the 
last six years, so that T feel half Scotch by this time (although I am en- 
tirely tee-total). If our bovs live, we ho]5e to send them both to 
Princeton College. 

Now, dear ^Ir. Darrow, I do not know what else to say, so I will 
close witli kind regards and best wishes, from 
Yours sincerely, 

JoTiN Rankin. 



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RALPH ERSKINE REARICK 

r 53 Prospect St., Stamford, Conn, 
p b The King School, Stamford, Conn. 

m Laura Helen Bricker, Sept. i8, 1907 

Ralph Erskine, Jr., b Oct. 16, 1910 

Headmaster, Secretary and Treasurer The King School 

Stamford, Conn., Sept. 11, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Although your frantic appeals appear to have fallen upon deaf 
ears, such has not been the case. The fact is that you have been appeal- 
ing to me in the midst of what has been the busiest season I have ever 
spent ; and I assure you that I would have allowed nothing else to 
stand in the way of my lending my assistance to you and the class, in 
this effort to break any record that it has not already broken. 

I have sent to you, in a recent mail, photographs of all the male mem- 
bers of my family, in compliance with your urgent request for same. 
These are not exactly up to date, but I myself did not, at this time, 
feel quite equal to the ordeal of posing; much less equal to that of 
keeping the son quiet long enough for a more modern photograph. 

The one thing that impressed me most about our last Class Record 
was the fact that the personal letters were the life of the whole book. 
Whereupon I resolved that if I should live to see the next one, I 
would tr}' to do my part and write a letter; not with the expectation of 
telling anything of any great interest to anyone, but rather to do my 
share toward making it something more than a collection of statistics. 
Since this is my motive, I hope you will feel free to expurgate this in 
anw way you may wish, — using as much, or as little, as you like. 

I had hoped that when the time for the Decennial Record arrived it 
might find me free to devote a little thought to writing something 
decent, but perhaps it is just as well not. I might be hard put for 
material, now that its arrival finds me with very little to tell about 
myself, and practically no honors to boast of. You are welcome to it, 
such as it is. 

Very imexpectedly, the year 1913 finds me in Stamford, Conn., 



conducting a school for boys. Although I started out as a chemist, 
I left that occupation at the end of a year, and took up the teaching of 
Science in Lawrenceville School. This experiment having proven par- 
tially successful, I have stuck to the profession, and should not be 
surprised if the year 1923 found me still engaged in it. 

I came to this school in 1907, and was placed in charge of it in 1910. 
For three years I conducted it as a personal enterprise, until the past 
summer, when it was incorporated, — the good people of this community 
having subscribed a large sum of money for building purposes. Work 
was begun on July first and completed yesterday, September 10; so 
that we shall be ready by our opening date. I am frank to confess 
that I am just a little proud of having helped to push some building 
work to completion ahead of time, even though it has necessitated my 
being behind time in my duty to you, — for which I am ashamed. 

This is a very strong Yale community, and almost all of our boys 
were formerly prepared with that end in view. However, I am trying 
to do a little quiet work, whenever it is possible, and am glad to say 
that, in recent years, we have sent an equal amount of good material in 
the right direction. As the school business is not highly lucrative, this 
appears to be the onl}' opportunity I have to repay, in a small way, my 
debt to old Princeton. 

Sincerely yours, 

Ralph Erskine Rearick. 




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ROBERT B. REED 

p Clearfield, Pa. 

rb Syrian Protestant College, Beirut, Syria. 

m Anne Irwin Blanchard, Aug. 23, 1913 

Plead Department of Social Science Syrian Protestant College. 

[We are indebted to Phil Reed '10, Bun's brother, for these two 
interesting letters. — Ed.] 

Clearfield, Pa., Aug. z"] , 1913. 
My dear Mr. Darrow ; 

Your letter was received yesterday but I was too busy to answer it 
until to-day. I trust this will be in time for _\-our use of the information. 

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Bob was married to Miss Anne Blanchard, of Chicago, on Saturday, 
August 23rd, at the home of Miss Blanchard's sister, Mrs. Green, at 
Lock Haven, Pa. The wedding was a quiet one only the immediate 
relatives being present. The only other Princeton man there besides 
myself, was Fred Blanchard, Miss Blanchard's brother. I am not sure 
of his class, — think it must be about '99. 

The B and G sailed via Hamburg-American steamer Moltke on the 
26th from New York for Naples, whence they will go to Beirut, where 
the B is, as you know, a professor in the Syrian Protestant College. 

I guess this covers most of the high spots. Am very glad to give 
you this, and I know Bob would appreciate your interest if he knew 
of your letter. 

Very truly, 

Philip B. Reed. 

Clearfield, Pa., Nov. 6, 1913. 
My dear Mr. Darrow : 

I have your letter asking for news of Bun, and in reply would say 
that he hasn't been keeping his family at home much better posted 
than he has you. I believe my people had one letter from him since he 
returned to Beirut, and I haven't been so fortunate. He was married 
sometime the latter part of August, and sailed immediately for Beirut 
via Naples. I think I wrote 3'ou giving the names of the high contract- 
ing parties, etc., at that time. In case I did not, or the letter was mis- 
laid, I might say that the wedding was a quiet, but sufficiently jovial 
occasion, was a house wedding at the home of the bride's sister, Mrs. 
Greene, of Lock Plaven, Pa. The bride was Miss Blanchard, of 
Chicago, whom Bun met originally several years ago at a house party 
at Lock Haven, I think. 

As regards his work at the college, his official title is head of the 
department of Social Science, and I know he has found the work mighty 
attractive from the first. When he first went over, he intended to stay 
only the three years customary for instructors, but at the end of that 
time they had organized sociology and that sort of thing into a separate 
department, and upon their offering him the chair he accepted. They 
keep him very busy ; the college, which has about a thousand students, 
seems to have as many and varied interests as one of our own colleges. 
In fact, from what I know of it, the college is very similar to any 
American college in its organization and aims. For instance it is not a 
purely philanthropic or missionary institution, but the students pay 
their own way, and no direct attempt is made to convert them to 
Christianity, the idea being that once educated, they can figure out 
religious questions for themselves. Beirut is quite a large city, and 
there is a large European and American colony, including government 
and business representatives, in addition to the college people, and 
quite a Httle social life. They have tennis, golf, riding, and all that sort 
of thing. The city has just put in trolley service. 

Bob has made a number of trips in that territory since he has been 
there, one to Cyprus, one into the mountains to Petra, a place of histor- 
ical interest, — Henry van Dyke wrote it up recently in one of the 
magazines, — and various others. They have big game shooting in the 
Lebanons, and the subject of this skit was at one time pursued with 
considerable enthusiasm by a bear he was hunting. Their golf course 
is just outside the city along the shore of the ]\Iediteretc. at a place 



through which the caravans pass coming in from the desert inland 
somewhere, the humps on the camels thus forming occasional natural 
hazards. 

This is probably not at all what you want, but I have given you what 
has occurred to me, and you may get enough from it for your purpose. 
Very truly, 

Phiilp B. Reed. 




ARTHUR BENJAMIN REEVE 

pb 225 Fifth Ave., New York City 

r 92 South Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. Y. 

m Margaret Allen Wilson, Jan. 31, 1906 
Walter Wilson, b Sept. 20, 1907 
Arthur Benjamin, Jr., b Dec. 30, if 



Author 

New York, Sept. 12, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

When you ask me for a "live, breezy, interesting" letter, it sounds 
just like an editor asking for a story. That's what they all say. And it is 
the hardest thing to do right that was ever devised. And then, too, 
ours is such a live, breezy, and interesting class, we have the memory 
of a recent 1., b., and i., reunion, with the prospect of an 1., b., and i. 
Decennial Record that, as the poor old Evening Post of this city might 
remark, it "gives me pause." 

Well, at any rate the reunion was, to me, one of the bright lights in 
1913. The fellows had been out long enough to make good and they 
have made good. It was most interesting to meet them and it was, 
naturally, quite different from any other reunion we have ever had. 
There was a seriousness about it that others have lacked. 

Then, too, there was the same old love of fun and good natured 
horseplay for which we have always been noted. I, for one, enjoy it. 
Almost as soon as I arrived at the big tent, Al Smith hastened to 
inform me that a keg of the amber fluid was most mysteriously missing. 
I suppose he thought that "Craig Kennedy" must be side-tracked at 
once or some of the real crooks might be unmasked. 



At an}' rate, "Craig'' got on the job directly — the case was tempting. 
He had shadows out on all the well-known tanks — especially those 
who had taken post graduate work in ways that are dark and devious 
in the Seminary. Who was the criminal? A detectaphone which is a 
much more fearsome eavedropper than the dictagraph was installed to 
catch any random remarks that might prove evidential. Police dogs 
were set scouting about in the underbrush around Zapf's. In, fact 
no detail of the modern detective's scientific equipment for the appre- 
hension and identification of crooks was neglected. 

Perhaps there was a gang of criminals — keggmen. Without doubt 
the stolen goods had been disposed of by a "fence." All sorts of 
baffling possibilities were opened up. 

After considerable sleuthing around, Craig began the usual process 
of elimination of the possible suspects, to narrow the case down to a 
few. The large quantities of buttermilk consumed by Bill Singer 
quickly removed his name from the list. Suspicion naturally falls on 
strangers. "Craig" shadowed Riley Wilson for a time, but soon found 
that he was kept so busy telling stories that he could no more have been 
the culprit than "Prexy" Patton whose visit was sharply scrutinized. 

Craig was still no nearer the solution of the mystery than before. 
Everyone seemed to be able to prove an alibi. Was there a kegomaniac ? 

He even got George Dougherty, head of the Detective Bureau of 
New York, to visit the tent in company with a large flock of stool 
pigeons. But that did no good. Instead of catching the keg bandit, 
the fellows, perhaps the criminal himself, shunted Dougherty ofif on a 
talk of taxicab bandits and other small and unimportant criminal fry. 
Craig had to go it alone. Even the faithful "Jameson" was not there. 

The case was more and more baffling, the deeper he went into it. 
In the first place there was no corpus delicti and the lawyers know 
how hard it is to prove a crime when the keg itself, the dead bird, 
the very corpse is gone. And yet a crime had been committed. Al 
Smith said so. 

Baffled at every turn, Craig iinally concluded with his usual 
acumen — at so much per word — that the crime could be traced only 
by the contents of the keg. It was an inspiration. The longing eyes of 
Ambassador von Bernstoff showed that he was not guilty. He could 
not have simulated a yearning for what he already possessed. The 
new lead was a good one, theoretically. But practically ? 

It was suddenly announced that more of the same had disappeared, 
with equal mystery. And more. And again, more. Relying on the 
new deduction, it was evident that at once the whole class of 1903 
was automatically absolved. Yet what was the meaning of it all ? The 
mystery deepened, instead of cleared. 

At last, with the aid of the new psychology, the new criminal science, 
and by plain ordinary observation the truth vaguely dawned. The 
missing goods had not been stolen at all. They had been given away. 
They were consumed by the consecutive classes from 1853 to 1913, 
more or less, not singly but collectively, who flocked into the most 
popular and hospitable, the most live, breezy and interesting tent in 
town of this or any other year. The mystery of the missing amber 
fluid was as simple as Magies Physics was complex. 

Seriously, though, Whitney, that was just what did impress me 
about the whole reunion — the spirit of good fellowship with which 
everyone greeted '03, the spirit in which '03 itself got together. 

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I hope we can have an eleventh reunion and a twelfth — why wait 
for the regular ones ? 

With best wishes to you. I am, 

Very sincerely yours, 

Arthur B. Reeve. 




CHARLES BANES REEVES 

p r 926 N. Charles St., Baltimore, Aid. 
b 1002 Garrett Bldg., Baltimore, Md. 

\'ice-President and Secretary, Maryland Motor Car Insurance 
Company 




FREDERICK NINIAN REMICK 

r 125 Richmond Ave., BuiTalo, N. Y. 
pb 592 Ellicott Sq., Buffalo, N. Y. 

m Esther Allen O'Hanlon, June 16, 1909 

Frederick Woodward, b Sept. 22, 1910 



Engineer. Member Firm Lupfer & Remick 
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Buffalo, N. Y., Oct. 28, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

No, he won't ! He won't do it ! The tintype man won't do it. He 
tried it four years ago, but he won't try again. I send you the results 
of his last efforts. Pray let this suffice. 

The letter? I said I wouldn't do it — I thought I wouldn't do it — I 
knew I couldn't do it — I didn't want to do it. But you and Mae 
insisted. It isn't exactly nice to have an autobiography like this appear 
in the decennial book : 

Prologue 

He was born 

He was brought up 

He was sent to Princeton 

Finis. 

But there it is — you would have it, so blame j'ourself — and Mae. 

The ten? You must have the ten? "I knew thou wert a hard man 

reaping where " etc. But, Whitney, must I pen of the ten that I 

spent in the den? Plow the Judge with a. grudge put me where I 
couldn't budge? 

No, thank Heaven, that isn't necessary, but 'twould be more inter- 
esting than what I have to tell: 

A few years at Cornell, a few at railroad engineering and since then 
endeavoring to promote the success of the firm with which I am now 
connected. Pll not mention (for the sake of my own reputation) the 
fight I had with a Cornell rooter at the first Princeton game I saw in 
Ithaca and I'll pass over the experiences, divers and sundry of my 
railroad work, but I will venture to give you a partial list of the 
"tombstones" of our firm which speak for themselves and to some 
extent for me — or otherwise. 

We have built or are building bridges at Rochester, Oswego, 
Phoenix, Utica, Rome, Weedsport, Bornville, Buffalo, Thousand Islands 
and Warren, Ohio ; a light house in Lake Erie, hydro-electric power 
houses and equipment at Fulton and Oswego, a substation at Phoenix, 
a remodeled water system at Angelica, a 350-acre suburban real estate 
development on which we have spent in improvements for the owners 
over $200,000; a force main at Geneva, and much miscellaneous work 
of lesser magnitude. 

Besides our contract work we have a ver}' nice practice in engineer- 
ing and consulting lines. In a word the biz is coming fine. 

That's all the bragging I can do until it conies to the boy and his 
"muver." Yes, I was married four years ago last June and I count it 
the luckiest thing that ever happened to me. I'd like to have her 
picture printed instead of mine — The omission of the wives of the 
class from the picture gallery is the only advance criticism I can make 
of the decennial book. 

The prodigy — he's only three but "every inch a man," and he confided 
to me the other day that I could see him play "first" if I attended the 
Commencement game in 1928. I hope you will stir me up to come back 
to the 15th reunion. 

Yours, as in 19 S. W., 

Fred. N. Remick. 




HUMPHREY JONES RENDALL 

p Lincoln University, Pa. 
r b Clinton, Iowa 

Pastor First Presbyterian Church, Clinton, Iowa 

Irwin, Pa., Oct. i6, 1913. 
Dear Classmates : 

It is with pleasure, if not with alacrity, that I send greetings to you 
all. Ten years have passed since we stood together on the steps of 
Old Nassau, and made the welkin ring for the last time. Many things 
have transpired since that eventful day, but we have not forgotten it, 
and fond memory brings back the old scenes and faces. 

A combination of circumstances prevented my presence at the 
Decennial, and so there are many gaps in the years that are still un- 
bridged. I am still roaming the cold, wide world alone, and conse- 
quently have no pictures to send of "wif" and children. Some have 
been more fortunate than others in launching their boats on the sea 
of matrimony, and have found the sea tranquil, and others have 
encountered boisterous waves. I have not embarked ; but have stood 
upon the shore, watching with eager interest the changes of the years. 

The photographer is not bothered or enriched by the frequency of my 
visits; but I found this post card, which will give you some idea of my 
present appearance. I have not been as successful as some, and come 
out on top. I am still preaching, and am located in Western Pennsyl- 
vania, near the Great Smoky City. I have not succeeded in transform- 
ing the world, but have enjoyed a measure of success. 
Your old friend and classmate. 

Hump Rendall. 




HARVEY CLAYTON RENTSCHLER 

p Berks, Pa. 

r 306 South 5th St., Columbia, Mo. 

b University of Missouri, Columbia, Mo. 

m Maggie Lucinda Bender, Aug. 13, 1904 
Laurence Bender, Dec. 26, 1910 

Assistant Professor of Physics University of Missouri 

Columbia, Mo., Aug. 23, 1913. 
Dear Darrow : 

In reply to your request for a letter for publication in the Class 
Record, I hardly know what to say that will be of interest. I have 
been living a rather quiet life with but few exceptions, ever since we 
left Princeton in 1903. 

The year following our graduation, I came back as Fellow in 
Experimental Science and then one year as Instructor in Physics. 
After that I took three years of graduate work in Physics at Johns 
Hopkins University and received the Ph.D. degree in 1908. In the 
fall of 1908 I went to the University of Missouri as Instructor and 
later as Assistant Professor of Physics and have been there ever since. 
You will see that I have been occupied with educational work altogether 
and I thoroughly enjoy the teaching end of it. I have not made any 
startling discoveries — however, I have published several articles on 
Physics subjects and I have had the very interesting experience of 
helping plan and seeing completed a new Physics Laboratory at the 
University of Missouri. 

I was married in the summer of 1904 and have one boy two and a 
half years old. 

Last summer I spent several very exciting days at the Baltimore 
convention together with Tompkins of our class. "Tom" is the same 
fellow he was when he graduated in 1903. He is making quite a suc- 
cess at practicing law in Cleveland, OhiO'. I was sorry Tom did not 
come to our Decennial Reunion. He would have had the time of his 
life like all the rest of us who did come. I am sure everybody who 
stayed away will never realize what they missed. I had a hard time 

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getting to Princeton in time for the reunion. Several mornings I got 
up at three o'clock to finish my examination papers and I feel well 
repaid for all the discomforts by the splendid time I had. Every 
feature of the reunion was such a big success and the kindness shown 
by our class president certainly can never be forgotten by any one who 
was at his home on Monday afternoon. 

I shall look forward now to our fifteen year reunion which I hope I 
can attend. 

Your friend and classmate, 

H. C. Rentschler. 




SIDNEY JOSEPH REPPLIER 

prb 4521 Chester Ave., Philadelphia, Pa. 

m Charlotte Walbaum Neall, Aug. 11, 1910 
Adelaide Neall, b Feb. 13, 19 12 
Charlotte Neall, b June 20, 1913 

Physician 

Philadelphia, Aug. i, 1913- 
Dear Whitney : 

Surrounded by half-packed trunks and in the midst of preparations 
for a long delayed vacation, I am going to dash ofif this etifusion to you 
because I know I will enjoy myself better if I have it out of my system. 
Our second baby chose six weeks ago as the proper time to arrive, 
which event has delayed our departure until now, but we will enjoy 
what is left of the summer all the more for knowing of her safe arrival. 

I will confess that I came to Princeton for our Decennial with mixed 
emotions, feeling that it would be either the first of many or the end 
of all reunions for me. For an Ex — who spent only his Freshman year 
in Princeton — which is essentially a period of adjustments rather than 
a time in which many lasting friendships are formed — there was no 
certainty that, from my point of view, the reunion would be a 
howling success. I would like to state, however, that there was just 
as much reluctance in my departure four days later as there had been 
in mv approach — but for an entirely different reason. I feel sure that 

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if it was a success from my standpoint, it must have been much more 
so for those who had had the privilege of spending four years tliere 
instead of one. My sincere compHments and my deep appreciation for 
what the reunion did for me, go out to the men who were responsible 
for its unqualified success. It made me feel that, in spite of my short 
period of attendance, I was still a member of the Class of 1903 and it 
forged more firmly and strongly the chains of love and aft'ection that 
still bind me to Princeton. 

Very sincerely yours, 

Sidney J. Repplier. 




HENRY CLAY REYNOLDS 

p r 431 E. Ridge St., Marquette, i\Iich. 
b Pioneer ^Motor Co., Marquette, Mich. 

Secretary and Treasurer Pioneer ]\Iotor Co. 

Marquette, Mich., Oct. 29, 1913. 
Dear Whit : 

Enclosed please find a picture, it's the only one I can find as I don't 
climb in front of the camera very often. Use it or not just as you like. 
I won't feel offended if it doesn't appear. 

Have nothing of very much interest to write you about. Am fairly 
prosperous as Secretary and Treasurer of the above concern. Am 
busy as the deuce all summer, that's the reason I did not show up at 
reunion last spring when the class was there. Had all my plans made 
to go but it was our busiest season and I had to give up. 

In the winter I beat it around in the warm countries to even things 
up and generally manage to have a pretty good time. I'll try to stop 
in and see you this winter on my way somewhere and let you show me 
the sights on the campus. Am afraid I might get lost there now with- 
out a good guide. 

Am sorry I didn't come across with my statistics sooner. Have no 
very good excuse so won't try to make any but trust that you will get 
this in time to use it if you want to. Am afraid that you must have a 
rather thankless job. ITere's hoping that I get to call upon you before 
the year is out. 

As ever, 

H. C. Reynolds. 
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CHARLES SPENCER RICHARDSON, JR. 

p r b Freeville, N. Y. 

Assistant National Director of Junior Republics 

Freeville, N. Y., Oct. 31, 1913. 
Dear Classmates : 

In common with some of you, maybe, the last and eleventh hour 
appeal of our secretary, for a letter for this volume, thrust the pen into 
my fist and the ink bottle within striking reach — procrastinatmg, if 
well-intentioned classmate of yours that I am. If you are tending to 
business with the same perseverance that Whitney does to extracting a 
communication already quite some rungs of the ladder intervene between 
your lower extremities and terra firma. 

This plain member after taking stock at the end of ten years out 
finds that while the wool on his head is somewhat sparser than of yore 
his pride in the sheepskin has lessened none at all, that he views with 
ever increasing satisfaction the framed document which entitles him to 
union with you in 1903 out of Old Nassau. 

Tell you what it is, classmates, as the years speed along it sure does 
warm one's heart more and more to get back to the old place occasion- 
ally, look around, and feel the sense of ownership and kinship that 
come from the four years that were ours. Even a drencher like the one 
that soaked our glory and dyed our skins in Comarche brilliance last 
reunion can't drown our honest glow. How about it? 

I should like to include in this epistle facts for your admiring envy 
about the acquisition of a better two thirds and the arrival of some 
smaller fractions but I am still a non-benedict, however, I offer my 
cordial best for the increase of your family joy and Princeton's future 
classes. 

This much I can and do say : If you are ever in western New York 
state in the vicinity of Ithaca, Auburn or Syracuse just come a few miles 
further and give the Deacon the chance to grip your hand and show 3'ou 
about the George Junior Republic, "de place where de guys govern dem- 
selves." If you want to talk to the kids and give 'em a little good 
advice the floor will be yours. But drop in anyhow. 
Yours sincerely, 

C. S. (Deacon) Richardson. 

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THAD WEED RIKER 

p r b University of Texas, Austin, Texas 

Professor in Modern European History, University of Texas 

Austin, Texas. 
Dear Mr. "Secretary" : 

If you haven't anything to say, don't say it. 

Perhaps because I feel that "post-mortems" reveal too much inside 
information, perhaps because some other feller will write such a 'tern- 
ally long spiel that something will be needed to counterbalance it — I 
think ril break right off here with the single benediction : 
Many happy returns of a 1903 Reunion ! 
Yours ever, 

Tl-IAD RiKER. 




ARTHUR PIERCE ROBINSON 

Marathon, N. Y. 

67 Severn Place, Atlanta, Ga. 

2 Spring St., Atlanta, Ga. 



m J\lary Louise Wallace, June 19, 1907 
Ellen Emeline, b May 11, 1908 
John Wallace, b Aug. 16, 1909 

A''ice-President W. E. Austin Machinery Co. 

Atlanta, Ga., Aug. 18, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Secretary's Bulletin No. 2 reached me to-day so I suppose I might 
as well get busy or you'll be wasting postage on me every ten days. 

I have filled out the blank and Mrs. Robinson is going to take Ellen 
and John down for their picture to-morrow, so you will probably have 
the complete dope on the Robinson's at an early date. 

A history of my pure young life runs about as follows: 

I gave the Pennsylvania Railroad valuable assistance for about a 
year and a half after graduating. 

I then decided I was man enough to engage in the contracting busi- 
ness on my own hook and it took until January, 1907, to convince me 
that I was not as much of a man as I thought. Chap Barron, 1902, as 
my attorney, closed out the contracting company. 

In February, 1907, I came south and took charge of some work for 
a northern contracting firm who were just starting rhe sinking of two 
shafts in the Birmingham district. 

1 was in charge of various construction jobs in the south until Octo- 
ber, 1909, when I came with this company as chief engineer. 

In June, 1911, I purchased an interest in a manufacturing company 
in Indianapolis, and took a position there as Vice-President and Sales 
Manager. 

The latter part of 1911, my present company decided they needed me 
back and took me into the firm. 

My business takes me all over the south including Cuba. I often get 
north. Since July first, I have been in New Orleans, San Antonio, St. 
Louis, Chicago, New York and Boston. 

I have been able to combine business with pleasure and take m sev- 
eral of the annual meetings of the Western Association. 1903 always 
makes a good showing. At Indianapolis we had the largest number 
present of any class and we only had to count Gill once. You know at 
such times he is as good as two along certain lines. 

On my trips to San Antonio, I usually see Jack Frost. Jack is so 
busy outside of banking hours that he keeps two fifty horse power 
roadsters, so he can always be sure of having one in service. He 
never drives less than fifty miles an hour. The police records of 
Houston will prove the correctness of this assertion. 

I am in Nashville occasionally where our illustrious friend Willie 
Talley holds forth, but I better stop here about Bill, as I presume you 
expect to send the Records out by mail and not by express. 

If any of the fellows get anywhere near Atlanta, I sure hope they 
will look me up. I have been honored in this connection on one or two 
occasions by the former Sage of liagerstown, now the Paint Baron of 
Detroit. (John should pay advertising rates for this.) Atlanta is the 
best town in the South regardless of Talley's "hot air" about Nashville. 

Hoping that the Record will be out soon and tha.t the Fifteenth 



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Reunion will be a greater success than the Tenth, which will be going 
some, I am. 

Very sincerely yours, 

A. P. Robinson. 
P. S. — I have thought best not to write anything about Bill Coulter's 
trips south. A. P. R. 




L , 1903 I 

ISAAC WARNER ROBERTS 

p r Bala, Pa. 

b Land Title Bldg., Philadelphia, Pa. 

m Caroline Henry, Oct. 12, 1909 
Algernon, b Oct. 3, 1910 
Bay'&rd Flenry, b Feb. 3, 1912 
Mary Elizabeth, b Sept. 5, 1913 

Lawyer. Secretary and Treasurer Lower Merion Realty Co. 

Philadelphia, Pa., Oct. 9, 1913. 
Dear Whitney: 

Enclosed yon will find an excellent photograph, taken especially for 
the Record. 

The subject looks somewhat sore, but we will blame that on the sun. 
A^ery truly yours, 

- L W. Roberts. 




CLAYTON KLINE ROBORDS 

p r b Arkport, N. Y. 

m Nellie V. Carman, 1907; d 1908 

Jesse Carman, b July 16, 1908 

Farmer 

Arkport, N. Y., Sept. 14, 1913. 
Dear Classmates : 

This man Darrow demands that we write a letter telling just what 
we have been doing and thinking. This looks like a mighty poor excuse 
for a letter in my case, but here goes. 

Having been elected principal of Arkport Union School I left 
Princeton in the middle of the Sophomore year. I succeeded in clinging 
to this job for seven years. Then, having rediscovered the startling 
fact that pecunia nunquam possident paedagogi, I went back to the 
farm. Notice the adverb. That's what all the fellows say, "So you've 
gone back to the farm have you ?" 

Now I don't want any of you to misunderstand the situation. I'm 
not one of those self-deluded individuals who perpetrate "agriculture" 
at a safe distance on Dad's money. I make my living from the soil ; 
yes, sir, I hold the plow (and also drive), harrow the sod, I sow the 
seed, I reap the field and milk the cow, I churn the butter and saw the 
wood. I'm up with the lark and keep right busy, till the evening star 
begins to shine. But there are about six hours in the middle of the 
night I've nothing to do but sleep. 

Should the above seem to any of you a shameless recital, it is merely 
designed to show you that I am clear away back up against the soil. 
I'm the most inveterate and incorrigible back-to-the-lander since old 
Noah. 

I suppose a few of you fellows have sometime read about "the high 
cost of living," and in your logical minds have figured that the farmer 
must be clawing up just gobs of wealth. Well, the fact is that while he 
has been devoting his entire attention to making "two blades of grass 
grow" according to the teachings of our benevolent government and to 



keeping his furrow straight, the wicked city chap has rather put one 
over on your Uncle Reuben. The raih'oads and the middle man have so 
contrived that 65 cents of the consumer's dollar go jingling into their 
coffers while the farmer pockets the 35. In other words, the $6,000,- 
000,000 output of the American farms costs the consumer $16,000,- 
000,000. 

Let the consumer's dollar be split into equitable shares and we'll feed 
the cities fat, we'll fill the workman's dinner pail and send his child 
to school full fed. We've got the land, we've got the brain, we lack the 
cash to hire the brawn to make the soil give up the food, that will feed 
the city man. This 35-cent dollar drives the farmer's boy and girl to 
the city to wedge themselves into the "professions" or to rot in the ranks 
of the under employed. 

Transportation and distribution, that's the great problem, gentlemen, 
and worthy the best thought of the greatest minds. If our brainy law- 
makers would bring their 60 H. P. intellects to the solution of this 
problem there would seem little use of driveling through a sizzling 
summer juggling tariff schedules up and down, or of blunting the 
"probe" all up trying to come at the cause of the exceeding cost of 
living high. 

Transportation and distribution. The farmer's 35-cent dollar. The 
consumer's 200-cent dollar. Food rots on a thousand farms while the 
city child goes to school unfed. This government spends millions to 
show the farmer how to produce food but not one cent to show him 
what to do with what he knows how to produce. 

"But this is a people robbed and spoiled, they are all of them snared 
in holes, and they are hid in prison houses ; they are for a prey, and 
none delivereth, for a spoil, and none saith — restore!" 
Yours truly, 

Cl.'WTOn K. Robords. 




AUGUSTE ROCHE, JR. 

pb 810 Broad St., Newark, N. J. 

r 41 Burchard Ave., East Orange, N. J. 



m Isabel Benedict Horn, April 15, 1912 
Elga deLiesseline, b Aug. 9, 19 13 

Lawyer 




LELAND HAMILTON ROSS 

p r Morristown. N. J- 

b 277 Washington St., Jersey City, N. J. 

m Parthenia Burke, June 12, 1906 

Leland Hamilton, Jr., b Feb. 19, ic 
Parthenia Burke, b Feb. 22, 191 1 

Dredging and Harbor Improvements 




WILLIAM B. ROYS 

p r 524 E. Gorham St., Madison, Wi? 
b A^roman Bklg., Madison, Wis. 

m Ahna J. Taylor, Oct. 25, 1907 

Investment Banker 



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THOMAS ARTHUR RUTHERFORD 

p r b Clarks Summit, Pa. 

m Marjorie Angeline Spencer, June 21, 1911 
Russell Spencer, b Jan, 27, 1914 

Chief Physician "Hillside Home" 

Clark's Summit, Pa., Nov. 11, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

I beg, pray and beseech you to defer no longer, the publishing of our 
"Sacred Scroll" on my account; for the much sought after and desired 
Class Epistle is not, was not and never can be, found in, around or 
about my person. 

Sunshine, you know that for five long years I have been a sojourner 
in this Hospital for the Insane mingling with those of melancholic mien 
and yet you have the nerve to send me a card, upon whose face is 
superscribed : "Dear Tommy Rot." 

I assure you that I cannot please you at this time, \'Vhitney, but no 
doubt, at some future time I will carry out your startling mandate. 

Now and then I get out the Class Book and wonder — "Where, O 
where are the verdant freshmen ?" and am even now patiently awaiting 
the Book you accuse me of holding up. 

Honest, Whit, "I ain't no hold-up man'"' ! But you can bet I would 
like to be back at the "Old Burg" for a short visit. I have tried to get 
there on several occasions but something always happened at the last 
minute, such as train would get wrecked, or someone had to get married 
or else the "Ghost forgot to walk." 

Editor-in-Chief please hasten your good work and just give my 
regards to the Boys of 1903, who even now I hear are the "Fathers of 
Our Country." 

I will leave the "Dear Classmate" letters to you as I have no news of 
importance to tell. Wishing you every success, I remain, 
Yours as ever, 

Tom. 



2SS 




HORACE ANDREW SAKS 

p b Saks & Co., Broadway and 34th St., New York City 
r 60 East 73rd St., New York City 

m Dorothy I. Drey, May 29, 191 2 
John Andrew, b July 10, 191 3 

Secretary Saks & Co. 

New York City, July 30, 1913. 
Dear Sir : 

The statistics blank you will find enclosed. I shall send the photo- 
graph requested at an early date, as I have a large supply due to very 
largely overestimating the demand at the time of my marriage. I regret 
that I cannot comply with your request for photograph of my son, as 
his tender age precludes the possibility of his exposure for a long 
enough time. 

My career has been devoid of incidents of interest, as the conduct of 
a department store is not particularly thrilling. It does, however, neces- 
sitate my being abroad for extended periods, which have, to my regret, 
prevented me from attending the various reunions. I am. 
Very cordially, 

Horace S.-\ks. 



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NORMAN CRAIG SCHENCK 

p 1- b Waterloo, N. Y. 

m Dorothy Jean Robinson, Dec. 31, 1908 
Edgar, b Dec. 6, 1909 
John Norman, b Oct. 11, 191 1 

Pastor Presbj'terian Church, Waterloo, N. Y. 

Waterloo, New York, Aug. 2, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

The compiling of a Decennial Record must be even harder than the 
building of a sermon so I can sympathize with you. Still the fact re- 
mains that there are not so many sinners in the Class of 1903 as in the 
average congregation so in that way you have less work to do. I 
am writing this letter simply because I don't want you to preach "con- 
demnation" to me. So here goes for my "firstly, secondly and in con- 
clusion." Starting in this way I know very few of the fellows will read 
my letter so I can talk very personally without running any risk of 
appearing to boast. 

And, Mr. Secretary, I have somewhat to boast about, if any one 
should happen to ask you. Not the least of the happy things is that 
in spite of Carl Shafer's prediction that I would never make a minister, 
I am a full-fledged one. I can show a lot of letters written to me 
with "Rev." before my name. Doesn't that constitute me the "real I" 
and put me in the class of Steen, Stratton, Stewart, etc. ? By the way, 
Darrow, have you ever noticed that all the prominent ministers in our 
class, except Ashley, Lady Ashley of the mother church, begin their 
names with "S"? Mac Taylor won't like to have me call attention to 
this but his name just escaped and if he had been named a little 
sooner he might have caught "S" instead of "T." Anyway either is 
better than to catch " 'L," as the Greek has it (don't let the printer 
botch that). 

After I got through Auburn Seminary spending three years in the same 
class with Bun Reed and Harry Stewart, I was "called" to Hot Springs, 
North Carolina. I think it was because I resembled the mountaineers 
themselves. Anyway my four years were profitably taken up and I 



enjoyed ni}- efforts in their behalf, whether they did or not. Those 
glorious mountains were mighty companionable and seemed to make 
life worth living even for the mountain backwoods men. For they 
don't like to be shot any more than we do. They got it once in a 
while, however. Hot Springs boasted one citizen who ran a soft drink 
establishment while 1 was there who had killed four men before he was 
sixteen years old. He was about twenty-five years of age when I came 
and the only thing about him that was soft was his drinks, and some- 
times they were hard too — so I'm told ! 

While I was down there I had a great two weeks' visit from Tommy 
Thomas, who has gone from our class ranks here on earth. What a 
splendid fellow he was ! Our class is poorer by his absence, but we 
shall not soon forget him. He meant much to me in college and out 
of it. 

While in North Carolina, I met my wife. She wasn't mine then, but 
now she belongs to me and I am glad of it. She doesn't seem to 
complain out loud. After a year or so of married life in the mountains 
we came to Waterloo, New York. This city of 4000 people is famous 
as the home of Duffy's Malt Whiskey. There is a hole in the center 
of town where a big business industry used to be, but it was burned 
down. I have wondered if that is why most of us who live there are 
usually i-n the hole. My wife and I are hoping to grow tall enough 
to keep our heads above ground anyway. 

It is hard to tell how long we shall stay there. Our town is a nice 
fittle town to die in, but I can't say that I'm ready to go yet. If I 
may speak seriously a minute I want to say that I like my job and I 
want to get into it a little more completely. This is a great age, 
and I am thankful for the knowledge of Princeton traditions and the 
spirit of Princeton men and the ideals of life which Princeton gave us 
fellows. Above all I am glad I belonged to the Class of 1903 — long 
may she live. 

Yours cordially, 

Norman C. Schenck. 




M^22^ 



ALBERT BIGELOW SCHULTZ 



pb 31 St. Nicholas Bldg., Pittsburgh, Pa. 
r 12 Ellsworth Terrace, Pittsburgh, Pa. 



m Winifred Houghton King, April 27, 1912 

Lawyer 

Pittsburgh, Pa., Nov. i, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Yours of Oct. 28th received. I would like nothing better than to be 
able to write you a letter for publication but letter writing is not 
my long suit and the value of a letter that contains nothing that will 
be of interest to at least a few members of the class is in my opinion 
nil. The Class Record will show that I went to law school and am a 
member of the bar and that I was married in April, 1912, and I could 
not say anything more about myself without getting personal. Noth- 
mg else has happened during the past ten years that is particularly 
worth}^ of comment. I might give you a line on the work being done by 
our Alumni Association here, which interests me a great deal but 
apparently interests many men not at all and anyway is not a class 
matter. 

B)' the way if no one out this way has written you an account of 
what the various men here have done for themselves, why don't you 
get Jim Miller or some one with a good style to give it to you. 
Yours, 

Al. Schultz. 




HARRY CHRISTIAN SCHWEIKERT 

ID b Central High School, St. Louis, Mo. 
7 5086 Westminster PL, St. Louis, Mo. 

Instructor in English, Central High School and Principal Aca- 
demic Department, Benton College 



St. Louis, Mo., Oct. 20, 1913. 
My dear Darrow : 

When I returned from my vacation I found your numerous letters 
staring accusingly at me from out of a miscellaneous accumulation of 
mail. The last one stated dogmatically that there was "nothin" doin' " 
after the last of August, so I resigned myself to an apparently relentless 



fate. The truth about me was to be told and I might as well begin to 
adjust myself to the new order of things. But now at this late day 
here comes a real life-saver, giving us derelicts one more chance to get; 
into the swim. Even as I write I receive another appealing billet-doux 
from Mae, so there is nothing to do except to come across. 

This little chapter is hardly more than a sequel to what I wrote for 
the five-year book. Naturally, my activities have broadened somewhat, 
but in the main I am still doing business along lines pedagogic at the 
old stand. I came to St. Louis in the fall of 1903 and since that time 
I have been serving Central High School as an instructor in English. 
Besides this regular line I am also indulging in night school work, 
being principal of the Academic Department of the Benton College of 
Law, and secretary for the school. Here I deliver a very learned and 
fascinating course of thirty-six lectures annually on the History of 
English Literature. Then I inflict some more high-brow stuff upon the 
proverbial long-suffering public, but • I am sure that what I have 
already indicated is sufficient to place me high in 1903's Hall of Fame. 
Of course, I can't hope to top such names as Plenipotentiary Pax, Sher- 
lock Holmes, Arthur or Missionary Sam, at least not in this world, but 
we pedagogues are assured of a higher place in the next because of our 
unselfish service in the general Uplift of Humanity. Selah ! 

Li the last five years I have made three trips to Europe, the first to 
England, Scotland and Paris, the second to Italy, France and Paris, 
and the third to Paris. Note the ascending series. My summer in 
Paris was most delightful. In frantic pursuit of French culture I at- 
tended the lectures at the Alliance Francaise and took private lessons 
in conversation at the Institute St. Germain. I lived in the Latin Quar- 
ter and that enabled me to do supplementary work at such places as 
Pascal's, Cafe D'Harcourt, and the Bal Bullier; also a very brief 
practice before the American Bar of the Tavern de Patheon. You see, 
I am as devoted as ever in the cause of culture. 

If any of you fellows expect to be in Paris next summer you might 
look me up. The American Express Company usually keeps tab on me. 
If you will be there for the first time I can probably direct you to some 
places of interest not described in the guide books. 

In conclusion, good wishes for all who have safely crossed 1903's 
ten-year Rubicon. Would that all of us were here! But let's not be 
maudlin and instead give a rouse to our next great gathering in the years 
to come. Voila tout! 

Very truly yours, 

Harry C. Schweikert. 



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GARFIELD SCOTT 

p r 1 68 School Lane, Germantown, Philadelphia, Pa. 
b 1218 Real Estate Trust Bldg., Philadelphia, Pa. 

Lawyer 

Philadelphia, Nov. 3, 191 3. 
Dear Whit : 

It seems that in order to save postage for the class, I must answer 
your letters and tell you that I have nothing to add to the statistics 
and picture which I sent you. The statistics show what I have been 
doing and the picture how I look, and anything I might add would be 
only "hot air," and I will leave that for other members of the class who 
are more proficient in that line than I am. 

Yours very sincerely, 

Garfield Scott. 




GEORGE TRESSLER SCOTT 

pb 156 Fifth Ave., New York City 
r Kew, L. L, N. Y. 

261 



m Ruth Cowing, April 27, 1909 

:Mai-gai-et T., b May 28, 1910 
Amy C, b April 7, 1912 

Assistant Secretary Presbyterian Board of Foreign Missions 

New York, Sept. 10, 1913. 
Dear Fellows : 

One Darrow, — the man that put the "sizz" in system — insists on an 
immediate expose of my recent past. After trying for three years to get 
young Mohammed Alis and Mustufad Pashas to tread straight and 
narrow paths in Syria, I came back to learn how to do it better, studying 
at McCormick Seminary, Chicago. As I was next to the head of the 
class (when we sat in a circle), I was deported on a foreign fellowship 
— marrying Ruth Cowing, of Cincinnati, and spending the year in 
Marburg and Berlin Universities. 

Back into the States once more, I went to a missionary school for 
negroes and Indians in Virginia, Hampton Institute, trying to help as 
Associate Chaplain. I have now undertaken work with the Presbyter- 
ian Board of Foreign Missions in New York City as Assistant Secre- 
tary with more troubles than "Pax" had as a freshman. 

Come out to Kew, Long Island, some time and see the Misses 
"Hepp3'" and Amy Scott. 

My best wishes to ever3'body, 

George Scott. 




HOMER SCOTT 

r loio Louisiana St., Little Rock, Ark. 
b 20 Crquhart Bldg., Little Rock, Ark. 

m Gertrude Maria Duvall, Sept. 22, 1910 

Physician 

Little Rock, Ark., Aug. 12, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

I have your letter of the 9th, reminding me that I had not written 
a letter along with the other things asked. Writing letters is not in the 



least in m}' line for when the abihty to write was given I must have been 
hidden out here in Arkansas. I have been floundering about for ten 
years and do not feel that I have accomplished much. I am now prac- 
ticing medicine and while I am not a Murphy or a Mayo or a Tommy 
Rutherford or a Blase Cole in the profession as yet, I am getting along 
well enough. 

Little Rock, boasts of four graduates and an occasional visitor. Burt 
Hodgman, A. P. "Robbie" Robinson, Thad Riker, Ned Knox, "Little" 
Sterrett and "Nig" Cooper have visited or called upon Johnson or me 
during these ten years. Think of it six classmates in ten years — I 
wonder how many come this way and do not look us up. "Robbie" 
Robinson called me up one night at 1 1 p. m. and said he had an hour 
in town and came out to my home — you fellows who are meeting each 
other every day or so do not know how lonesome we get to see some 
of you. There is always a hearty welcome for any one of 1903 who will 
take the trouble to stop. 

I am very anxious to see the Record, and hope the men will come 
across promptly. With kindest regards and best wishes. 
Yours sincerely. 

Homer Scott. 




WILLIAM HENRY SCRANTON 

p r 823 Pine St., Scranton, Pa. 

b Aclams Ave. and Gibson St., Scranton, Pa. 

Head of Department of Drawing, Technical High School, 
Scranton 

Scranton, Pa., Oct. 23, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

There is one bit of history of the Class of 1903 which happened in 
undergraduate days that I thought you might like to record. It was 
at that "fag end" time for freshmen just before Washington's birthday 
that the idea of flying our class banner from the wires between Dickin- 
son and the School of Science building grew into a plot. In a call over 
at the "Sem," a brethren of the "Cloth" had told how the thing had 

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been pulled off in his college days and it sounded good to his freshmen 
callers eager for a chance to show their class spirit in so conspicuous 
a manner. 

A 1903 banner was secured and attached to a stick. At each end of 
the stick was a stout piece of wire capable of being bent into a loop 
which would fit over the telephone wires. 

There were three rather nervous freshmen who about midnight 
crept out on the campus. This was the eve of Feb. 22, 1900. It was 
Alfred Fitch Lewis who with a pair of linesman's spurs climbed the 
telephone pole near the John C. Green School of Science (Wichita, 
Kansas, may well be proud of him). The banner was pulled out in a 
position midway between the buildings by a double cord that was 
entirely removed. Thus was the deed done. Not even a Procter had 
stirred — but in the morning ! I think every one will recall the scene. 

Yours for 1903 and say Whitney, that reunion in June was the 
most perfect thing ever. 

"Bill" Scranton-. 




EDWARD WALLACE SCUDDER 

p r 234 Ballantine Parkway, Newark, N. J. 
b Newark Evening News, Newark, N. [. 

m Katherine Cochran Hollifield, June 4, 1907 
Dorothea, b July 14, 1909 
Edward Wallace, Jr., b Dec. 8, 191 1 
Richard Betts, b May 13, 1913 

Managing Editor Newark Evening Nezvs 



Newark, N. J. 
My dear Darrov/ : 

I am not a ready letter writer as you doubtless know by now, but your 
persistency deserves reward. The principal trouble is that I hardly 
know what to tell you. 

What I have been doing since graduation may perhaps be summed 
up in the word "newspapers.'' I have been part of a staff that is trying 
to express through that medium an ideal or spirit of service to the 

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public. In my present capacity I am directly responsible for the editor- 
ial and news ends and have general supervisiion. 

'Naturally, this work has brought me in contact with some of the 
most interesting personalities of the times, and let me in a little "behind 
the scenes" on occasion. Perhaps the most interesting things that come 
my way are the glimpses of human nature we get, the most tantalizing 
some of the things we know in confidence and cannot as yet say, the 
most hopeful, the conceptions and purposes we find actuating men, 
often those most fiercely attacked. 

I admit that I find the whole thing hard work but enjoyable, perhaps 
the more so because of the rapid development the nation has been 
passing through and which is reflected for us over our telegraph 
wires. 

Outside of my newspaper work, the statistics will tell you all there is 
to say, and I will not expand on them. 

With best wishes to you and the whole class, 
Yours sincerely, 

Edward VV. Scudder. 



OTTO FREDERICK SEGGEL 

p r 309 Monastery St., West Hoboken, N. J. 
b 75 Montgomery St., Jersey City, N. J. 

m Mabel Nathans Stilwell, Oct. 20, 1909 
Richard Louis, b Jan. 11, 1914 

Richard Louis, b Jan. 11, 1914 

Lawyer 

West Hoboken, N. J., Oct. 30, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

I cannot let the opportunity go by without expressing to the members 
of your committee my high appreciation of the good time and the 
many courtesies shown me at the reunion. It was indeed a real pleasure 
to again meet my classmates, many of whom I had not met since my 
Freshman and Sophomore years. You are all to be congratulated on 
the splendid work in getting so many men together to the reunion, a 

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worthy tribute to the class and to the University. The Princeton 
spirit displayed on that occasion by you and your Committee was well 
worthy of the best traditions of our University. 
\'ery sincerely yours. 

Otto F. Seggel. 




GEORGE CARLTON SHAKER 

p Montrose, Pa. 

r Montrose, Pa. (in summer) ; 35 W. 64th St., New York 

City (in winter), 
b 115 Broadway, New York City 

Lawyer 

Montrose, Pa., Oct. 25, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

I have been able to resist your circular letters and urgent appeals 
very successfully, but when I realized the woeful plight your poor 
stenographer was in because of the awful things you were saying to 
her, my heart melted. So here is my letter and by the same post a 
special picture goes, taken for the occasion. Alas it goes alone to join 
the mournful group of bachelors, for so far my efforts to get a "better 
half" have been useless. 

I enjoyed the reunion tremendously and it was mighty fine to hear 
about what the various fellows in the class had been doing since the 
good old days of 1903. But a lot of the class were not there so I 
hope they will all give full accounts of their celebrated doings since 
we put each other through the car windows many moons ago. 

The"story of my life" fellow classmates will not be a long one. After 
leaving college I taught at Lawrenceville for three years. While there 
I started Camp Susquehannock, a summer tutoring and recreation 
camp for boys, and have continued it each season since. Last summer 
we had an enrollment of eighty, including a number of Princeton men 
and several prospective ones. Several brothers and other relatives 
of classmates have been at the camp at difTerent times and Spencer 
Richardson was an instructor for three years. 

In 1906, I entered Columbia University Law School and graduated 

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there in 1909, being admitted to the Bar of New York the same year. 
While at Columbia I had the honor of playing on the baseball team of 
which Eddie Collins of "World Series" fame was captain, and I 
dabbled a bit also in hockey, golf, and tennis. I have stuck at the latter 
game quite constantly, so much so that my family insist that tennis 
is my profession and the law my recreation. 

Incidentally I have become quite interested in farming in connection 
with the camp above mentioned, and in New York, my friends call 
me the farmer from Pennsylvania, but at the farm I am known as a 
New York lawyer, so I have a reputation at both places ! 

In the winter time my headquarters are at 115 Broadway, New York 
and in the summer months I am at Camp Susquehannock, near Mont- 
rose, Pennsylvania. 

At the first place I shall welcome all classmates as clients and at 
the latter place I invite you to send your sons to be trained as loyal 
Princeton men ! To be more serious, if any of the class want a summer 
outing that will seem almost like the old college days with the carefree 
spirit and a bunch of congenial companions representing almost every 
college of the east, let them pay me a visit at Susquehannock, where 
they will find a warm welcome. 

Several of the class have dropped in on me, and others have prom- 
ised to do so. 

With a warm greeting and best wishes for health, wealth and happi- 
ness to every classmate. 

Sincerely yours, 

Geo. C.'VRLton Si-iAFiiR. 




JACOB J. SHEASLEY 

p I22I Buffalo St., Franklin, Pa. 

b Lamberton National Bank, Franklin, Pa. 

m Grace Mildred Jones, May 29, 1908 

Teller Lamberton National Bank 

Franklin, Pa., Dec. 12, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

My main reason for not writing you before was the old excuse of 
"nothing new." I have been with the Lamberton National Bank for 

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almost nine years now and living in a small town does not change one's 
daily grind ver)' much. 

We are building a new Country Club in which I am interested and 
when we get that going there will be "something doing." We are 
making "some" club. As you know I have been married about five and 
one half years but thus far there are no heirs, but we live in hopes. 
Sincerely yours, 

Jacob J. Sheasley. 




WILLIAM WILLIAMSON SHELLEY 

p r 3601 Baltimore Ave., Kansas City, jNIo. 
b 1 1 17 Commerce Bldg., Kansas City, Mo. 

Lawyer 

Kansas City, Mo., Oct. 11,1913. 
My dear Sir: 

I was born July 15, 1880, at Keokuk, Lee County, Iowa. My father, 
Mr. William Francis Shelley was a graduate of Princeton, of the 
Class of 1865. My mother was a Miss Williamson, a member of one 
of the noblest Southern families of the State of Tennessee. Shortly 
after I was born, my parents took me to Chicago, 111., where I lived 
until I was five (5) years old. In 1885 my parents removed to 
Kansas City, taking me along.'^ I graduated from the Kansas City 
High School in 1898. Concerning that period of my life prior to 1898, 
I can say very little more than that it was spent in the usual boyish 
pleasures and happiness. I entered Princeton in the fall of 1899. In 
1902 I graduated from the Kansas City School of Law, and was 
admitted to practice before all the courts of the State of Missouri in 
June of that year. In 1904 I went to England and France to make a 
comparative study of the pleadings and practice existent in those 
countries and became interested in international law. Public office 
has at times sought me. Numbers of my friends have urged upon the 
Governor of Missouri my appointment as Judge of the Circuit Court, 
but I have never wanted to relinquish the practice of law for political 
honors. I am not married. 

Very truly yours, 

Wm. W. Shelley. 

[*For any particular reason? — Ed.] 
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RALPH SEDGWICK SILSBEE 

pb 310 Masonic Temple, Elyria, Ohio 
r 1518 Middle Ave., Elyria, Ohio 

m Esther Barnard, Oct. 26, 1910 

Architect 

Elyria, Ohio, Oct. 27, 191 3. 
Dear Darrow : 

Here's hoping that this history of an uneventful and most ordinary 
life reaches you before another collect telegram reaches me. I 
deserved it and trust you did the same to the other dead ones and that 
they will all come across with their histories. 

Autobiographies aren't my strong suit, but I am sure it will be no 
more effort for me to write the story of my young life than it will be 
for some of you to read it. 

I left Princeton in June, 1902, at the early age of twenty-one, un- 
hampered with any degrees, to seek my fortune in Detroit with the 
Solvay Process Co. My first job there was that of mail boy. However, 
after a very few months the officers of the company decided I viras far 
too valuable a man to spend the rest of my days opening letters, so 
put me into the drafting room. I drew pretty pictures of nuts and 
bolts and cog wheels, etc., but very little pay for doing it. So after 
much wire pulling they transferred me to their plant at Chicago and 
put me to work with a construction gang that was building coke ovens. 

While in Detroit, Andy Freeman got a job with the same company. 
After looking him over they decided he was just built for pushing the 
coke cars at the ovens. Andy pushed from Wednesday until Saturday 
but refused to push on the Sabbath so "resigned." 

I worked in Chicago with the Semet Solvay Co. until 1905, when I 
also resigned because I was so valuable they could not afford to pay me. 

My next move was to go into my father's office, who was an archi- 
tect. Here I worked for several years as draftsman and superintendent 
of construction. I superintended the construction of many of the 
first buildings erected in Gary, Indiana — and they are still standing. 

In 1909, I went to Oberlin — pronounced Soberlin with a hard "S" 

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as ill soda-water — Ohio, to superintend the erection of a boys' dormitory 
for Oberlin College. I opened an office here in Elyria the same year 
and because the directors of the local Y. M. C. A. kidded me into 
thinking they were going to give me the job of building a $100,000 
building, I got married on the prospect and then they gave the job to 
another man. 

In 1910 I went into business for myself, because nobody else wanted 
me, as a real arch-i-tect and have been pretty successful — none of my 
buildings having fallen down, yet. 

And here I expect to stay until some one of the buildings do fall, 
then it's up to me to move along. So, if any one of the Class of 1903 
find themselves at the little city of Elyria on the main line of the Lake 
Shore Railroad, I sincerely hope they will stop off and see me, but do 
come soon as there is no telling what may happen. 
Very sincerely yours, 

"Smile" Silsbee. 




ROBERT WILLIAMS SINGER 

p r 713 Maryland Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa. ,: 

Id 3033 Jenkins Arcade, Pittsburgh, Pa. 

Manufacturers Representative and Secretarj' and Treasurer 
Universal Appliance Co. 



Pittsburgh, Pa., Oct. 27, 1913. 
Dear Sir : 

Your night letter reached me this afternoon and made me feel 
very much ashamed of myself for not having written you before. I fully 
intended to do this about two weeks ago, but have been out of the city 
almost continuously ever since. 

I am enclosing herewith statistics blank which I filled in to the best 
of my memory. 

I have arranged to have a sitting for a photo to-morrow and will 
send you a proof just as soon as I get it. I will try to write you some 
sort of a letter this evening on my past, although I think that the least 
said about it the better. There is no use publishing so many of the 
things that have happened in my life and I believe that most of my 



friends know what I have clone or rather have not done in the past ten 
years. I wish you would write me and tell me just what you want 
in the way of a letter and I will delay writing until I hear from you. 

With my kindest regards and regretting that I have caused you anv 
inconvenience by my delay, I am. 

Sincerely, 

Bill Singer. 




W. A. SIPE, JR. 



Address unknown 




J. FLETCHER SLEE 

p r b Sakchi, Bengal, India 

m Minnie Mae Hankin, Oct. lo, 1912 




ALBRIDGE CLINTON SMITH, JR. 

P 1' 393 Charlton Ave., South Orange, N. J. 
b 24 Broad St., New York City 

m Frances Dean Halsey, Oct. 20, 1910 

Margaret Halsey, b April 17, 1912 
Albridge Clinton, 3rd, b Aug. i, 1913 
Lawyer with Byrne & Cutcheon 

South Orange, N. J., Aug. 10, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

For the last eighteen months I have splashed so many thoughts before 
the class that I am run dry. The Tin Horn brought me to a condition 
of senility complicated with paralysis of the right arm. Therefore, if 
this letter, dealing as it does with my Life and Public Services, seems 
a bit labored you will know why. 

The ink on my diploma was hardly dry before I was installed in 
my father's law office in New York. During the summer of 1903, I 
licked stamps and performed other intellectual feats. Li October, with a 
notable aggregation of 1903 men, I entered New York Law School, 
and from that time until June, 1905, when we pulled down our LL.B.s 
and passed the Bar Examinations, I combined my law-school course 
with office work. In 1906, I was admitted to the New Jersey Bar as an 
attorney and in 1909, as a counsellor at law and Master in Chancery. 
From the time of my admission to the Bar, to June i, 1912, I practiced 
law, associated with my father, becoming head of the firm when m}^ 
father virtually retired from active practice in 1909 through ill health. 
Being offered an opportunity to specialize in corporate and financial law 
I became associated with the firm of Byrne & Cutcheon, 24 Broad St., 
on June i, 1912, and am still there. Howard Ameli was associated 
with us at 141 Broadway, continuing after I left, until my father's 
death in February of this year, when Howard took other offices and 
took over a large portion of the business of the old office. 

Having little to lose, in the first few years after graduation, by 
devoting time to politics, I began in the fall of 1903 by being a voting- 
district captain in my ward in Orange. In 1904 I ran on the same 
ticket with Theodore Roosevelt. He was elected and I wasn't. I think 
he knifed me. Anyway I have never voted for him since and I won't 
in 1916. In 1905 I tore loose from the Republican organization to join 

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the Colby or Progressive ring. I think we were the original progres- 
sives, and we won out. Gus Roche was another. My chief recollection 
of 'that campaign is the memory of the brick that almost didn't miss 
me while Senator Colby, and a few other of us patriots were hot-airing 
from the tail of a cart in a tough v\'ard in Newark. 

In 1906, I learned that whatever you may be called — Progressive or 
Machine — Regular or Insurgent — you are human and if you control the 
organization you will run the steam roller to suit yourself. In other 
words I found that the party organization controlled by the virtuous 
progressives was different from the organization when controlled by 
the awful Machine, but the dilTerence couldn't be seen by the naked eye. 
Yes, I got sore because I didn't get the nomination for the Assembly 
that had been promised me. So I devoted myself to the practice of 
law freed from political aspiration, and have been an independent 
ever since. Sic semper tyrannis ! 

I have not written any books or joined any learned societies or been 
elected a bishop as you infer might have happened in your astonishing 
statistic blank. And now that I think of it, kindly advise why you in- 
sist on knowing what my wife's father's business was. Why stop 
there? If you're after data on eugenics or heredity there are regions 
beyond the scope of your questions as illimitable as time or space. If 
you're just plain curious, why, gol durn it, I bit. My one literary ( ?) 
achievement is the editorship of the 1903 Tin Horn, which, I may as 
well announce to the class, I have been compelled to relinquish as I 
refused to let the advertising department dictate the editorial policy. 
Now that you are Editor and everything I suppose we may look for 
subsidized journalism. 

On October 20, 1910, Miss Frances Dean Plalsey, of South Orange, 
became Mrs. Smith, and I am happy in the possession of a daughter 
and a son. Some of the previous paragraphs might make it appear that 
I was sore about something, but really I'm not. I have gained in 
weight as well as wisdom and am perfectly happy and contented 
with life. 

Al. Smith. 




CHARLES CARROLL SMITH 

p 210 E. Maple Ave., Merchantville, N. J. 
r b Elmer, N. J. 

Treasurer The Rufus W. Smith Co., Elmer, N. J. 
V2 




FRANK SMITH 

pb 1413 Filbert St., Philadelphia, Pa. 
Restaurant Manager 




ALEXANDER SPEER 

p b 1008 Gas and Electric Bldg., Denver, Colo. 
Electrical Development 




JOHN EWING STEEN 

p rb 6i Henry St., New York City 

Presbyterian ^Minister, Church of the Sea and Land 

October 27, 1913. 
Dear Whitney ; 

The letter that I wrote for the last Class Record found me studying 
at the Union Theological Seminary in New York City. I was graduated 
there in May of that year, 1909, and after a vacation of three months 
came back to New York and started in work at the old Church of the 
Sea and Land, not far from the Brooklyn Bridge on the lower East Side 
of the city. I am here still, and after four years find the problem as 
interesting as ever. 

I have been ver)' fortunate in being near Princeton, for this has 
enabled me to see all the important football and baseball games and 
otherwise keep in touch with the University. I always feel sorry for 
the men who live too far away to do this. 

I want to thank the men who have been helping support the Prince- 
ton Work in Peking. If I were not convinced that this is a tremen- 
dously big undertaking, materially influencing the whole life of a 
nation, I would not be so enthusiastic over it. Competent judges tell 
me that we have the best enterprise of this sort in the whole world to- 
day. If other men will help, I should be glad to hear from them. 

We all did so much talking at the Reunion, which I attended from 
start to finish, that there is not much news left to tell. 

When any 1903 men come to the city I wish they would do me the 
kindness of looking me up — some, I am glad to say, have the habit 
already. 

Ever yours, 

John. 




CHARLES M. STEPHENSON 

p r 650 Morewood Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa. 




CLARENCE E. STERRETT 

p Box 205 Titiisville, Pa. 

r 121 East 2ist St., New York City 

See Stobo 



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HARRIS BATES STEWART 

prb Auburn Theological Seminary, Auburn, N. Y. 

Instructor in English Bible and Assistant to the President 
Auburn Seminary. (Took up new work March i, 
1914.) 

Chittenango, N. Y., Sept. 22, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

It is now nearly two months since I received your request for the 
story of my life, and I have spent the time wondering what there was 
to tell. You will already have gleaned from the statistical blank the 
salient facts in my career. They are not many, nor of much importance. 
I have done very little except to keep busy, and the ten years have very 
little to ofifer in the way of story-making material. 

After having wandered around more or less, engaged in studying and 
teaching, I am at last comfortably settled as the pastor of a Presbyterian 
church in a thriving metropolis in central New York state. You 
can get some idea as to how thriving it is from the fact that the last 
census flattered it by crediting to it 673 inhabitants. This is not very 
, many but measured by quality and bigness of heart I will stack them 
against the country. No man could wish for a pleasanter place in 
which to live, for its surroundings are beautiful and its people are 
delightful. 

We have not, however, learned the fallacy of the old maxim that 
competition is the life of trade, and so we have five churches competing 
for the privilege of ministering to the people. The rivalry, however, 
is not very brisk so that we get along pretty well together. There is 
just enough spice to give life its proper flavor. 

Up to the present I have not been able to find anybody who was 
willing to share my happy life, and so I live in the manse all alone. 
There is an extra bed, though, and the latchstring will always be out 
for any '03 man who gets into this part of the country. Those of you 
who were fortunate enough to get back for Old Home Week do not 
realize how hungry the rest of us get for a sight of some of the old 
bunch. 

With greetings and best wishes to yourself and the class. 
Yours cordially, 

Harris B. Stewart. 
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ALEXANDER STOBO 

p 1- 343 W. 86th St., New York City 

New York, Oct. 28, 191 3. 
Dear Whitne}- : 

So far I have retained my self possession. With a wholesome com- 
passion for your good self and perhaps some other victims who may 
think it their duty to read this, irrespective of the source, with the best 
interests of the Record itself at heart. 

I have conscientiously resisted your many appeals and with unreason- 
ing determination ignored the supplications of Belle — a sacrifice of one 
to the interests of the many — until yesterday when you initiated this 
collect message proposition. That was the straw that broke the camel's 
back. I am beginning to feel that my unselfish devotion to the class 
is unappreciated and besides how can I tell what this iniquitous 
practice may lead to. I can't afford to hold out longer. I am, in other 
words, up against it. 

I believe you have my statistics, I might say a word about the family. 
I have been married now almost eighteen months, and as I pen these 
lines I am surrounded by the entire family, and Whit, old man, I want 
you to see this family. Well, sir, I am the proudest man in the world. 
Eight of them including the mother. Four boys and three girls. There 
is little Rube Lake, little Clarence Sterrett, little Jack Forney and little 
Bill Donald. Also little Irene, little Bundle and "little Nellie. And the 
most intelligent children you can imagine. Even the youngest just now 
looked up and "piped": "Have another little snifter. Pop!" Little 
Rube Lake is the oldest — six next month. His greatest delight is to rent 
a flock of taxicabs and take the whole bunch down to the Knickerbocker 
and gather round the festive joy table. Well, Whit, you would simply 
die if you could see that young Rube in his most important manner 
call the waiter and say "Take the orders." Then comes something 
along these lines. Little Jack, "Scotch and plain water please." Little 
Sterrett — "Burbon high for me." Little Bill — "Straight rye." Little 
Irene — "Bronx cocktail." Little Bundle — "Rye highball." Little Nellie 
— "The same." Then cute little Rube — "I'll take a little Scotch — Pinch 
Bottle — and plain water." All except Papa. He says "nocando." 
Well, sir, do you know those rascals will sit around there all day and 

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most of the night. Little Jack says "Now this is my round" and little 
Bill says "Just one more before we go." Little Irene says "Let's 
get up a small game of poker," and that's the way it goes. What would 
you do with a family like that? I wish I could afford a house, but it's 
no use. The poor mother is an invalid. 

When we were married, eighteen months ago she was as healthy a 
specimen as you would see in a day's walk, but she tried to follow the 
children's pace and it liked to kill her. This leaves me as nurse, cook, 
bartender, etc. In fact a maid of all work. We have a very comfort- 
able apartment — four rooms and a bath — with a delightful view of the 
gas works. Can't you spend the week end with me some time ? 

Whit, I am sorry that I haven't any photo. Couldn't you spare the 
Record that calamity? I wanted to get a family group for you, but it 
is difficult, I can't get them altogether and sober at one time. 

I should like to write more, Whit, but I can't. I just wanted to show 
you how happy one can be with a wife and children, just at this 
moment little Jack is pestering me for 15c to buy a cocktail before 
lunch and little Clarence is playfully beating me over the head with a 
walking stick. I'll bet these bachelors envy us fellows. Speaking of 
bachelors — if John Dana should read this he is advised that I am 
now in New York for ever and ever, and my telephone number is in 
the book. 

Well, Whitney, old fellow, may God bless you and keep you hustling 

on the book. May He likewise d n you for other things. 

Yours, 

Alex Stobo. 

P. S. — The next boy will be called "Riley Wilson." 




HARRY AUGUSTUS STRATER 

r Florida Heights, Ky. 

b 217 Keller Bldg., Louisville. Ky. 



m Eliza Barbour Minnigerode, Nov. t.^, 1912 
President the Celery-Phos. Co. 




PAUL STRATTON 

p rb 217 Elm St., Yonkers, N. Y. 

m Ethel Irene Russell, Jan. 7, 1909 

Pastor Dayspring Presbyterian Church, Yonkers, N. Y. 

Wildwood, N. J., Sept. 10, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

That heartrending appeal of your secretary was too much for this 
tender heart of mine, and even though I am on my vacation and have 
sworn off all letter writing, I will take time to write enough to let 
you know that I am alive and that I appreciate your effort to give the 
class an early publication of the Decennial Record. 

As my illustrious namesake, the great apostle (in whose steps I am 
trying to follow), has put it, "My manner of life, from my youth up" 
has been according to the simplest and truest manner of a "Dominie." 

Since my last word to the class I have been located at Yonkers, N. Y., 
as pastor of the Dayspring Presbyterian Church, having served for two 
years previous to the fall of 1908, at Matteawan, New York. 

There are no startling or very interesting facts connected with my 
life since graduation worthy of record. 

My marriage, more than four years ago, I reported in my last 
communication. I can only say further that my wife is still able to 
live with me and that we are yet happy, though childless. 

I frequently run across some of the Princeton men while in New 
York and make an effort to keep in touch with class and university 
news. I have promised myself to drop in on one of those class "feed 
fests" sometime when I am in New York, but so seldom do I get so far 
down town that I have not given myself the treat. I shall, however, 
feed my face with the bunch more than once this winter, if I can find a 
place at the table. 

The one supreme regret of my life is that I was unable to be present 
at the Decennial celebration. I want to say that I made every honest 
effort to be with the boys, but a rush of pastoral duties which could 
not be put off made it impossible. I have heard much of the fine show- 



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ing, however, and am proud to be numbered among so loyal and enthu- 
siastic graduates of Princeton, as are the men of 1903. 

My best wishes to you all, and may the best the world gives be the 
portion of every man of 1903, is the toast of 
Yours for Princeton, 

Paul Stratton. 




LAWRENCE SULLENBERGER 

p r 1071 Washington St., Denver, Col. 
b 1252 Broadway, Denver, Col. 

Vice-President The Colorado Savage Tire Co. 



Denver, Col., Dec. 13, 1913. 
My dear Darrow : 

Your last appeal of Dec. 5th for a class letter from me has been 
received and I am sure that after reading this letter of yours that no 
man could longer resist your winning ways. I would indeed be 
ashamed of myself forever after if I resisted your appeal to reason 
any longer. 

After leaving college I became associated with my father in The 
Pagosa Lumber Co., of Pagosa Springs, Col., later becoming Assist- 
ant Manager of that company, which position I held until June 1912, 
at which time my father and I sold our interest in the lumber business. 
During my stay at Pagosa, I was also engaged in the ranch and cattle 
business, but after going out of the lumber business I later disposed of 
my ranch and cattle business. 

In January of this year I went to San Diego, Cal., spending a very 
pleasant winter and did not return to Denver until September at which 
time I engaged in the automobile tire business. 

The Savage Tire Company of San Diego, Cal., expect to place a steel 
pneumatic automobile tire on the market in the near future, and I think 
it will be a great success. For this reason I became interested in the 
automobile tire business. 

I saw our classmate George Fernald in San Diego as well as our 
famous "Buzz" Levick. Buzz and I had a very pleasant trip together 

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to San Francisco and return from San Diego. I gave liiin a good send 
off for our reunion last June. 

Willi kindest regards to you, and best wishes to all my classmates, 
I am, 

Most sincerely yours, 

Lawrence Sullenberger. "Sully." 




WILLIAM LESLIE TALLEY 

p r 1716 Broad St., Nashville, Tenn. 

b 801 Stahlman Bldg., Nashville, Tenn. 

Lawyer 

Nashville, Tenn., Oct. 20, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

You have won me over and forced me to break my vow never to 
have my picture taken again. I to-day, went to the photographer and 
had 'er done. It will be ready for mailing to you Monday — if that's 
not too late. Fll mail it out to you Monday morning. I did this 
because I want you to succeed in your every class undertaking. 

I've just finished three days in the Federal Court representing two 
negroes charged with violating the ]\Iann White Slave Traffic Act. 
Rather a peculiar case, speaking from a color standpoint. I got a 
verdict of not guilty this afternoon and now own for my fee one negro 
cabin located in Nashville. It was the greatest experience I ever had. 
They may not be able to beat the act out West, but we can fix 
it down here. 

Best regards, 

Wm. L. Talley. 



Nashville, Tenn., Nov. 3, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

I have received your several communications with reference to my 
sending my picture and a letter to you for publication in the Decennial 
Record. The statistics blank which you enclosed me to fill out is so 
exhaustive in its questions that it leaves nothing unanswered in my 
life, except such things as I would not be forced to testify with 
reference to in a Court of law. 

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I know of nothing else that I can add to the questions which you 
have asked me. For the past seven years I have been practicing law 
in Nashville, and have been so busy trying to make a living that I 
have not had opportunity to try to get married. When I look at my 
fast receding hair, I begin to think T am probably doomed to a sentence 
of single blessedness for the remainder of my life. 

My interest in the class increases as the years roll themselves up, 
and I am already looking forward to the next Reunion, which comes 

in 1918. 

Most sincerely 3'ours, 

Wm. L. Talley. 




MALCOLM SLICER TAYLOR 

p r b 7 Plumer St., Everett, Mass. 

m Agnes Louise Fish, Sept. 22, 1908 

Dorothea Agnes, b Dec. 29, 1909 
Elizabeth Alden, b July 2, 191 1 

Rector Grace Church, Everett, Mass. 

Everett, Mass., Oct. 10, 1913- 

Dear Whitney : 

This not being one of those self-laudatory epistles such as we may 
expect Pax Flibben, Day Brownlee and the rest of our budding states- 
men to be writing for the Congressional Record before long I suppose 
I must be strictlv accurate. 

The climax of my career was reached June 10, 1913, smce when i 
have been simply trying to be what I became that day,— a Prmceton 
man. Hitched to that star, my wagon has been bouncing along over 
the rough and smooth places very merrily. 

For the first year after graduation I was in the publishmg busmess 
in New York. 'Then, leaving this industry in the hands of others in 
whom I had confided, notably, Howard Armstrong and yourself,— I 
entered the General Theological Seminary, from which I graduated m 
1907. While there I spent the three summer vacations as a lay- 
missionary among the southern mountaineers. I was ordained to the 

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Diacondate of the Protestant Episcopal Church in 1907 and to the 
Priesthood in 1908, serving the intervening 3'ear at the Bronx Cliurch 
House, New York, and as Curate at St. Ann's Churcli, Morrisania, 
New York City. 

In 1908, I married Miss Agnes Louise Fish, of Hempstead, N. Y., 
and went into tlie North Carolina mountains to start an agricultural 
and industrial school for southern mountaineer boys. Here our two 
little girls were born in December, 1909, and July, 191 1, see Exhibit 
A. It took five years to establish The Patterson School, and I am 
now Rector of Grace Church, Everett, Mass., with an exceptionally 
fine opportunity for doing my share towards making the Christian 
Church the power and influence which it should be. 

With heartiest good wishes for the health and happiness of every 
classmate, I am, 

Faithfully yours, 

Malcolm S. Taylor. 




JUSTUS STEVENS TEMPLETON 

p r Princeton, Bureau Co., 111. 
b ^^^alnut, Bureau Co., 111. 

m Anne Gridley, July 31, 1913 

Farmer 



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GEORGE HORNELL THACHER, JR. 

p r III \\'ashington Ave., Alban}', N. Y. 

Albany, N. Y., Oct. 27, 191 3. 
My dear Darrow : 

I admire, and must congratulate you on your persistence. I also 
apologize for my neglect in not responding more promptly to your re- 
peated appeals. My only excuse is, that my record at Princeton and 
since leaving is so ordinary that it will be no addition to the glory of 
our noble class. However, your night letter, received this morning, 
put my neglect in such a light, that I felt you must have my record 
and photograph, so here thej^ are. 

I have been continuously in the employ of Geo. H. Thacher & Co. 
since I left Princeton until last month, when I resigned as President 
of the company. 

As you will gather from enclosed statistics, I am not married nor 
have I mixed up in politics, thereby avoiding two of the chief troubles 
of man. 

My vacations for the past four or five years have been spent hunting 
big game, in Maine and New Brunswick, Canada. This has been my 
play and amusement and as a result I have three bull-moose and my 
legal share of smaller game to my credit. 

The photograph, I am sending, was taken about five years ago but 
is the only one I have. This I regret as I have, since then, grown a 
handsome mustache, which I am sorry cannot be included in 1903's 
Decennial Record. 

That the Record will be a success I know, and my only regret is that I 
cannot contribute more of interest. 

With sincere well wishes to the class as a whole and to each individual 
member, I am. 

Faithfully yours, 

Geo. H. Th,\cher, Jr. 



28s 




RUDOLPH ERNST TIEDEMANN 

pb 351 Fourth Ave., New York City 
r Greenwich, Conn. 

m Gertrude Fraenckel. May 22, 1907 

Vera Gertrude, b Nov. 18, 1908 

Member firm Theo. Tiedemann & Sons, Dry Goods and Com- 
mission Merchants 




PERCIVAL TILLINGHAST 

p Bachelor House, Pahnerton, Pa. 

b Xew Jersey Zinc Co., Pahnerton, Pa. 

Department Chief Xew Jersey Zinc Co. 



Pahnerton, Pa. 



Dear Whit: 

I had drawn up very good resolutions intending to reply to your 
inquiry of about a month's standing as soon as I had been notified, but 
unfortunately our house was struck by lightning and all the dope blew 
away in the storm. However. I have at last located the statistic blank, 
also a letter from Hill Donald's Pielle, so am hastening a reply. 



As far as news is concerned, I have little if any that will be of 
interest to you as you know I am still out in Peddlarville, Pa. A 
wonderful little town where at present we have a sufficient number of 
Princeton men to start a small club especially so with old John Ren- 
wick running a hotel only thirty miles from here. Jack Forney comes 
out here occasionally with lots of news about the busy outside world and 
brushes the cobwebs off our brains. Jack, you know, sells muslin and 
consequently comes in contact with a varied class of customers, such 
as male, female and Pennsylvania Dutch. As you know, he took two 
years of German under Priest so the latter race can carry on a very 
fluent conversation with Jack along business lines. Upon_ his last 
visit up here he indulged in one of his usual glasses of grape juice. You 
know Jack and Bryan are running a grape juice foundry as a sort of 
side issue. Well, this grape juice tasted so good, and furthermore 
his ability to solicit orders for muslin from the Dutch grape grower 
proved so successful, due, as I say, in the main to his earlier education, 
that it took him three days to catch a train to Buffalo. I know Jack's 
visit was very successful as I later heard he has been elected President 
of the P. D. G. G. Assn. . 

For the benefit of those who do not know where Palmerton is, I will 
tell you it is in the Lehigh Valley, twenty miles from Allentown, the 
home of Eddy Annervalt and the only city in the East that can honestly 
say that it has anything on Trenton, with orange shades on each arid 
every lamp. Now if any studes will come down here I know we will 
try to give you a good time and will always find welcome on the door 

mat. 

Trusting you have better success from fellow members of the class, 
as far as replying to your appeals are concerned, than you did from 
me, I remain, Whit, 

Your old friend, 

Perce Tillinghast. 




WILLIAM B. TODD 

p r 208 Boyd St., Los Angeles, Cal. 

m Nov. 12, 1913 

Vice-President Wiley Ice Cream Co. 




WALTER KNAPP TOMPKINS 

r 114 Delmont Ave., East Cleveland, Ohio 
p b 325 Williamson BIdg., Cleveland, Ohio 

m Effa Grace Wilson, Feb. 8, 1908 
Clara Louise, b Dec. 9, 1909 
Marybel Corrinne, b Nov. 27, 191 1 
P. Francis Wilson, b Nov. 18, 191 3 

Lawyer 

Cleveland, Ohio, Nov. 22, 1913. 
My dear Darrow : 

As I did not attend the Reunion I am glad of this opportunity to 
get my letter on record and swear anew allegiance to the Class of 1903 
and Old Nassau. I have no wonderful achievements to report about 
myself but continue to remain steadfast in my efforts to modestly 
uphold the glory and dignity of 1903 at the practice of law in Cleveland 
and the rearing of a good sized family. 

There is a large painting in our Court house here entitled "The Spirit 
of '76" and representing a band of Revolutionary heroes going to the 
front. Every time that I look at that painting it makes me wish that 
some artist would put in colors "The Spirit of '03." The campaign that 
has been constantly kept up by the officers and leaders of the class to 
keep all the men united in the line of march forward, has been a source 
of great inspiration to me, and a splendid example of Princeton Spirit. 
It means more than the spirit of '76. It means that we are enlisted 
for life under the banner of Princeton Ideals, and after a decade of 
service we are united as ever and 1903 is gallantly moving forward 
toward the accomplishment of better and greater things. 

I always feel a deep sense of pride to learn of the success of the 
men of '03 and my best wish is for their still greater success and happi- 
ness. I extend my kindest regards to you all, and am ever with you in 
spirit to make 1903 a vital force in the affairs of the world. 
Cordially and sincerely yours, 

W. K. Tompkins. 




CHARLES TOWNSEND 

p r b Rosemont, Pa. 

m L. Chapin, June i8, 1912 

Minna Chapin, b Marcli 18, 19 13 

Rector Church of The Good Shepherd, Rosemont, Pa. 

Rosemont, Pa., Oct. 27, 1913. 
Dear Classmates : 

I was mighty sorry to miss "Old Home Week." I had my plans 
fully arranged to come when my Bishop appointed a visitation with me 
for that very time ; and you know we priests have to obey our bishops. 

I have done my best to keep within hailing distance of Princeton since 
graduation ; first in New York with three years at the General Theo- 
logical Seminary, then in active work at Trenton, Plainfield, and Bor- 
dentown, N. J., in succession. This date finds me Rector of the Church 
of the Good Shepherd, Rosemont, Pa., whence I can from time to time 
find my way to Old Nassau. With a wife and seven months' old daugh- 
ter I am not outdone by the best of you. 

With the heartiest of greetings, I am. 
Yours in '03, 

Charles Townsend. 



G. B. TRUMBULL 



Address unknown 




EDWARD J. TURNBULL 

p r 32 Prospect Park West, Brooklyn, N. Y. 
b 172 Fulton St., New York City 

m Edith E. Squier, Sept. 30, 1905 

Salesman with The Central Stamping Co. 




HENRY CUSHMAN TURNER 

r 859 Rugby Road, Flatbush, Brooklyn, N. Y. 
b 2 Rector St., New York City 

m Evadne Ruth Praetorius, Oct. 11, 1911 
Sylvia Emma, b Dec. i, 1912 

Lawyer. Member firm Charles J. McDermott 
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New York, Aug. 28, 191 3. 
My dear Whitney : 

To say little when one has little to say would seem to be a rule of 
conduct most desirable to be observed. 

Our elders at the bar have taught us to beware of the written word; 
and certainly, in my case, decorum and wisdom indicate that this letter 
should end with its beginning. 

The only thoughts that I would express are, a pardonable pride in 
the fact that I am a member of the Class of 1903 of Princeton Univer- 
sity, and real appreciation and gratitude to all those by whose efforts 
"1903" again showed its capacity to lead by breaking all records for a 
Decennial Reunion. 

Most sincerely, 

Henry C. Turner. 




WILLIAM POTTER VAN TRIES 

p r 2515 W. Chestnut Ave., Altoona, Pa. 

m Daisy Augusta Aiken, Dec. 28, 1911 

Pastor Broad Avenue Presbyterian Church, Altoona, Pa. 

Altoona, Pa., Oct. 23, 191 3. 
Dear Classmates : 

Whitney's last appeal has compelled me to bestir m3'self and send 
just a word of greeting for that classical volume which he is about 
to edit. 

It was my good fortune to be able to get down to the Decennial last 
June and no man enjoyed it more. 

I came into the class as a fresh Soph and consequently missed some 
of the basic things of our class life and spirit. But to mj' mind our 
Reunion and the various events which the Committee planned and 
carried out so successfully, did much toward fostering and increasing 
our class spirit. Those men who worked so faithfully to make that 
event a success verily "builded better than they knew." 

With all best wishes for each and every man in "1903," believe me, 
Faithfully, 

W. Potter V.-\n Tries. 




ERWIN VOGELSANG 

P 1' 333 West 86th St., New York City 
b 2 Rector St., New York City 

m Emmelin Weeks Baxter, April 3, 1909 



New York City, Nov. 20, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

I am only writing this to keep someone else from wriling untruths 
about me, as you and a well known legal luminary of our class threat- 
ened to do last Tuesday. 

This note will be short and sweet as I really have nothing of interest 
to add to the information which is contained in the Eugenics blank 
that I filled out and returned to you together with photograph some 
time ago. I understand the big book is awaiting my letter to go to 
press, so now you can let her go. 

Looking forward with pleasure to the finished book which will no 
doubt turn out to be one of the best things of the kind ever gotten out, I 
remain. 

Sincerely yours, 

"Dutch" Vogelsang. 




IRVING RUSSELL WADE 

p r Harvey Apartment, Kennilworth PL, Flatbush, Brooklyn, 

New York ' 
b 1/3 Broadway, New York City 

m Lanra Adelaide Reames, April 30, 1902 

Thomas Kendall Wade, b March 2, 1903 

Connected with wholesale department, L. E. Waterman Foun- 
tain Pen Co. 

Brooklyn, N. Y., Aug. 29, 1913. 
Dear Classmates : 

Since leaving Old Nassau in 1902 to be married, I have wandered 
considerably. 

In 1904, I became interested in the paint business, going to Cleveland, 
O., from East Orange, to take a position in the Purchasing Department 
of Sherwin Williams Co., staying with them until the fall of 1905. 

I then went with my brother and incorporated the Lake Yale Lum- 
ber Co. and eventually became the President and Treasurer of same. 
We purchased some 10,000 acres of timber land in Florida, near 
Grand Island. We were hard hit by the panic in 1907 and had to 
close down. I went south and took charge of everything for five years, 
only coming north in August, 191 1. 

We are now negotiating sale of the land, as all the lumber has been 
cut off. As the company is practically lic|uidated, I became connected 
with L. E. Waterman Co., in August, 191 1, when I came north and 
have since then been slinging ink and in fact consider I have an 
Ideal position if it is only with the Water-man. In other words, I 
have to be on the water \yagon. 

I will certainly be glad to see any of )'0U, any time you call at 
173 Broadway. I hope all of you will have had a more interesting 
history than this and that I will have the pleasure of reading of them 
in the Decennial Record. 

Good luck to you all. Regretting I could not get to the Reunion, but 
my heart and thoughts were with you. 

Very sincerely, your cla:;sinate, 

I. R. Wade. 

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WILLIAM A. WAGENER 



p b 220 Broadway, New York City 
r 83 Plamilton'Pl., New York City 

Lawyer 




JAMES HENRY WALKER 

p r 61 Valley Road, Montclair, N. J. 
b 15 Maiden Lane, New York City 

Manager Tower Clock Department, Seth Thomas Clock Co. 

New York, July 28. 191 3. 
Dear Whitney : 

I received your communication this morning together with statistic 
blank and I have filled it out as well as I can. I feel mortified to think 
that some of the questions asked are ones which I cannot give an 
offhand answer to, but such is the case. I trust others in the class will 
be honest enough to admit that they are "up a tree" the same as I, as I 



would not care to be shown up as having less knowledge of my 
forebears than the average. 

You ask for a letter telling what I have been doing and thinking. 
Well, I've been working some of the time in a congenial atmosphere 
and some of the time with a feeling that this is a world of sin and 
misery. However, that feeling is a thing of the past for at present, 
I couldn't be pried out of what I am doing with a derrick. One of the 
good things about it is that in my jaunts around the country I often 
see 1903 men, and somehow or other we always find time to get together 
behind a beaker of suds and have an informal reunion. I find, how- 
ever, that most of the men I meet launch forth into an account of 
what young hopeful has just done or said, and judging from the number 
of such expeiences I have had, I am safe in saying that the Class of 1923 
is going to be a record breaker. I wonder if Bunlet Wilson will drain 
the cup his father drained and if Ikey Roberts will ever develop the 
wonderful voice his father possessed. Will the class boy insist on as 
liberal an education as his father received and will Al Schultz's young- 
ster dispense the scandal in as masterly way as his father did ? 

At our twentieth all these questions may be answered ; let us hope so. 
In the interim let us all take a good long drink from the cup of success 
so that when the twentieth comes we will all be on hand to help launch 
the next best ship to 1903. 

Faithfully yours, 

Jim Walker. 




OTIS LAWRENCE WALKER 

p r b Glenrock, Wyo. 

President O. L. Walker Lumber Co. 



Glenrock, Wyo., Nov. 8, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

Yovu- letter of Oct. 28th received, and I will give a brief summary of 
the things that I have done since leaving Princeton. 

After a very interesting summer abroad with Burkham, Detwiler 
and Templeton, I went to work in the mills of the Northern Lumber 
Co. at Clocjuet, Minn. I staid there until 1904 when I took a position in 



the office of the Pine Tree Lumber Co. at Little Falls, Minn. In 1905 
I went on the road for the Pine Tree Lumber Co. which position I 
held until 1907 when I took a similar position with the Potlatch Lumber 
Co., of Potlatch, Idaho. I traveled for them for about six months when 
they sent me to Denver to open an office there to act as their representa- 
tive in that field. I stayed there until the summer of 1909 when they 
sent me to Des Moines, Iowa, to act in a similar capacity. In the fall 
of 1909, I severed my connection with them and formed with others 
a corporation to operate a line of retail hardware stores and lumber 
yards in Wyoming where I now am. 

I have not been to Princeton since 1906 and have only been East 
once since, when I went back to the Harvard game a year ago. 

I am very sorry that I did not answer your letter before this and hope 
it will not cause you any inconvenience. 

With best wishes for the success of your work and kindest regards 
to all the class, I am, 

Very sincerely, 

Otis. 

P. S. — Am still single. 




JOHN HAWKINS WALLACE 

p Washington, Pa. 

r 300 No. First St., Jeanette, Pa. 

b Penn Station, Pa. 

m Maude Elizabeth Daschbach, Feb. 17, 15 

Sales Agent Myers Lumber Co. 



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LOUIS WOODRUFF WALLNER 

p b 43 Cedar St., New York City 

r Llewellyn Park, West Orange, N. J. 

m Doris Cole, June 2, 1908 

Louis Woodruff, Jr., b April 5, 1909 
Mary Cole, b Aug. 9, 1913 

Broker. Member firm E. D. Levinson & Co. 




FRANK CARMANY WALLOWER 

p r b Webb City, Mo. 

m Marie Antoinette Russert, Feb. 27, 1907 
Frank C, Jr., b Nov. 21, 1907 
Theo. Paul, b Jan. 21, 1912 



Engineer of Mines 



Webb City, Mo., Aug. 6, 19 13. 
Aly dear Whitney : 

It gives me much pleasure to comply with your request as set forth 
in your bulletin No. i and to assist you in getting out the Decennial 
Record by returning to you without delay my statistic blank and 
photographs. 

Before writing you an3'thing of general interest, which as I remember 
you requested, let me again express to you, my appreciation of the 
efforts made in the very large proposition of staging our Old Home 
Week. They were tremendously successful efforts, and I am sure that 
as the letters come in, you will find that the entire class feel greatly 
indebted to the committee and ready to do anything the officers ask in 
return. 

Now for a short record of the past ten years. Two )'ears spent in 
graduate work and one year in a steel mill, brings back memories of 
hard work, black smoke and much dirt, so let us pass them by for 
more interesting things, — mining in Missouri with its ups and downs, 
not hoisting alone, — dodging high explosives, — and getting married in 
St. Louis and announcing in due time two splendid youngsters, — all 
together make up the balance of the decade. A busy one and a happy 
one, with much to be done before we return to another reunion. And 
speaking of reunions, we did have one, didn't we? 
Cordially yours, 

F. C. W-ALLOWER. 




JOHN MARTYN WARBEKE 

p r b South Hadley, Mass. 

m Norah McCarter, July 15, 1908 

Professor Philosophy and Psychology Mt. Holyoke College 

South Idadley, Mass., Oct. 22, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

Writing for decennial records is like writing part of an inscription for 
your tombstone. It also suggests the judgment. There you are those 
ten years gone and what can you say for yourself ? Have you produced a 



tragedy or some comfort bringing device, a symphony or a fortune, a 
statute or a book? Is your name honored in any way among men for 
valuable service, or would the world have worried on without you? 
And what answer shall we make? 

I for one feel a sense of utter un worthiness, a consciousness that ten 
years should show an attainment — incompatible with the paltry record I 
can show. Is it by way of creation of something which men shall esteem 
valuable in time to come ? I have no assurance. Not^ in the practical 
course of things material, nor in the civic order, nor in the values^ of 
thought and feeling have I produced what men are going to cherish. 
Is it in the immediate influences of personal contact with others ? Again 
the sense that what I might have done was circumstanced and condi- 
tioned by all sorts of expediencies and indolent neglect. Whatever of 
beauty my nature was capable of expressing has, by heedlessness to the 
higher self, been poorly expressed. I feel ashamed, and should hate 
to have my record stand as it is without opportunity for retrieving it. 

And yet I shall have to confess that externally I have prospered. As 
the saying runs I have "made good" in the ordinary sense of the merely 
successful and respectable citizen. There is no lack of assurance so 
far as the chosen profession is concerned. I have a beautiful home, 
have traveled extensively and enjoy the amenities of cultivated society. 
But how paltry all this success compared with the creation of an im- 
mortal work of art, thoughts which shall abide in the minds of future 
men, or actions worthy of honor in the story of the class ! 

But life is hope, perchance, and if I may parody an Irish saying, I 
should like to express the wish that in 1928 there might be more "credit 
to the Alma Mater what riz him." I am, 

Very truly yours, 

John M. Warbeke. 



GARDINER WATKINS 

p r 38 Fort Washington Ave., New York City 
b 340 Madison Ave., New York City 

m Elizabeth Ruth Mathews, April [8, 1906 
Gardiner, Jr., b Feb. 28, 1907 
Linda Mathews, b May 23, 1908 

With Pease & EUiman, Real Estate. 
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New York City, Dec. 21, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

In writing you this epistle my feelings are very much akin to those 
which we used to experience in the good old days, when doing the 
last hundred in ten flat, in a wild dash for the good ship Oiul. Here's 
hoping I am not too late to swing aboard as she pulls out. 

I owe large thanks to Jack Forney for his able ''assistance" in filling 
out my statistic blank. The fact is I was not only willing but eager to 
fill out and send along my record, but as Jack couldn't see it that way, 
he took a mean advantage of me and argued me into complete uncon- 
sciousness, after which I suppose he doped out the record to suit him- 
self, as you will notice that it is in his handwriting. As it appears to 
contain the full story of my eventful career, and then some, since the 
day that Woodrow handed me my sentence, I won't add any further 
embellishments. 

I am in the management department of Pease & Elliman, Real Estate 
Agents, at 340 Madison Ave., New York City. And as my hours are 
long and Mrs. Watkins and I don't go out a great deal, I get very little 
chance to see the fellows who are in town. My married life has been a 
very happy one and needless to say our two children are of the 
"None such" variety. We hope to send Gardiner, Jr., down to Old 
Nassau with the Class of 1924. 

With all best wishes for the success of the Record and a very 
happy Christmas and New Year for you and the class, 
Sincerely, 

Gardiner W.\tkins. 




HARRY C. WEAVER 

r R. F. D. No. 2, San Gabriel, Cal. 
m S. Salome Brooke, November 24, ic 



Chief Draughtsman S. P. L. A. & S. L. R. R. Co. 




KOSSUTH C. WEBER 

p r b Farmington, Mo. 

Lawyer. 

Farmington, Mo., Nov. 5, 1913. 
Dear Fellow Members of the Class : 

Practicing law, as I am, clown in the Lead Mining Section of South 
Eastern Missouri, I am for the greater part of the time isolated from 
Princeton men, and particularly from members of my class of 1903. 

While I remained in college for only two years, and while I have not 
kept in as close touch with the class organization since leaving college 
as I should like to have done, I seize every opportunity to attend class 
reunions, and the Princeton Club meetings in St. Louis. 

Last June, just when I was feeling very blue and disappointed in 
being unable to attend the reunion back in Princeton, Breck Long and 
his charming wife, motoring through my town, stopped and spent 
several hours with me. You will remember that "Breck" was always 
"some fusser" with the ladies when he put forth the effort, but I did 
not realize that so nice a girl would ever take him seriously. 

In concluding this letter, I merely wish to relate a little experience 
which Bob Burkham told me, when I met him in St. Louis, some months 
ago, he had shortly after leaving college: He said that when he left 
college in 1903, he owed Charley Gulick an account for haberdashery, 
amounting to $30.00, for which he got repeated statements of the bill. 
Finally he received a letter from Charley, in which he said : "My dear 
Mr. Burkham : — As you are doubtless aware, you left Princeton owing 
us thirty dollars. Now we would appreciate it to the utmost if you 
could send us the thirty dollars, as we 'need the money' ; but if you are 
financially unable to come across with the thirty, kindly send us 
twenty, and if you cannot do that, please remit ten. If, however, you 
cannot spare even ten, please let me lend you five." 

This story is not apropos of anything in particular and is in no wise 
intended to reflect upon the Class of 1903, nor upon any individual mem- 
ber of the class, but is simply an afterthought, and one which has 
occurred to me at the time of the writing of the letter. 



With a full expression of my regrets at being unable to attend the 
Reunion last June, and wishing all the fellows a continuance of much 
of the happiness of the days of igoo to 1903 in "Old Nassau," I am. 
Faithfully yours, 

Kossuth C. Weber. 




NORMAN SPENCER WELCH 

p 205 East Bay, Charleston, S. C. 

r I Weems Court, Charleston, S. C. 

b 809 Peoples Office Bldg., Charleston, S. C. 

m Katherine Stoney, April 22, 1908 

Sarah Spencer, b March 10, 1909 
Norman Spencer, Jr., b Nov. 6, 1912 

Real Estate. 



Charleston, S. C, Aug. 30, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

I should have answered your communication sometime ago, but the 
fact of the matter is that I am living on Sullivan's Island for the 
summer and do not get a chance to come to Charleston very often ; 
therefore the delay. 

I have also filled out a very voluminous statistical blank, I might 
say — "I hope you will choke over it." 

As to writing a letter with the story of my life; there is no story to 
tell ; it has simply gone along in the regulation manner — I have traveled 
around a little bit in a business way, met a few of the old people. Last 
winter I was in Nashville and there "Shad" Talley met me and showed 
me a very nice time indeed, and I enjoyed my two days with him to the 
fullest. 

I was also in St. Louis, and there met David Metcalf, of Class of '04, 
and one or two other Princeton men, but I did not have very much time 
to spend in that city. 

Have had one or two men drop down here from different classes to 
see me but they have been few and far between — I only wish there were 
a great many more — among them has been "Sal" Cadenas. I declare I 
cannot think of the others just at present. 

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I know that you want all of this information as soon as you can get it 
and I am pressed for time as I have to go back to the Island on the 
next boat which leaves in about fifteen minutes. 

Have been north several times and visited Bill Newell, as you know, 
and have always had a most enjoyable time. 
Hoping this will satisfy you, 

Yours sincerely, 

"Dutch" Welch. 




JOHN PAUL WELLING 

p b 1609 Harris Trust Bldg., Chicago, 111. 
r 920 Lincoln Parkway, Chicago, 111. 
m Harriet Walker, Feb. 19, 1914 

Chicago, 111., July 30, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

The story of my life is simple. AI\' first job was with the Illinois 
Central. Railroading was interesting ; but I gladly left it for a position 
in the bond department of N. W. Harris & Co. A year and a half later, 
I gave up the bond business to take temporary charge of a saw mill 
and logging outfit at Seattle. This work lasted about three years ; then 
I returned to Chicago, where I have a boy-sized office within easy 
reach of my old roommates, Cy Adams, Uri Grannis and John 
Burnham. 

Cy is long since a thoughtfully serious father ; and his fine mind and 
business judgment are making good in the law; Jack's broadminded 
honesty and enthusiasm have built up a phenomenally successful un- 
listed security business with branch office in three or four Eastern 
cities ; and Uri, well Wrink spends his evenings telling his wife and kids 
his old story — "'How Columbus Discovered America." In the day time 
he manages the Borland Grannis Company, whose possibilities are 
dazzling. He and Cy are also promoting an international association 
of married men, called "Proud Fathers of the World." They propose 
diverting Burbank's attention from vegetables to babies. Cy eloquently 
summarizes their aims, about as follows : "The spineless cactus is all 
right : but what the world needs is a leakless baby ; and Burbank is the 
man to invent it." 

About ten floors below me, limmie Ames has launched forth in the 



bond business. He may have had troubles with Marquand's "Art" ; 
but the "Street" will have to get up early to "put anything over on 
him." Having become a "Magnate, " Jim assiduously cultivates embon- 
point, in order to look the part. 
Wishing you luck, I am, 

Sincerely, 

Paul Welling. 




ERASTUS WELLS 

p r 44S6 Mar)'land Ave., St. Louis, Mo. 
b La' Salle Bldg., St. Louis, Mo. 

m Julia Knapp, May 19, 1906 
Julia, b Sept, 19, 1907 
Rolla 2nd, b May 27, 1909 

Real Estate 



St. Louis, Oct. 30, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

As per your request, I am sending you herewith my photograph. 
I may add it is the first time I have caused a reproduction of my appear- 
ance to be made since Senior year when "Patch" had me watch for 
the little bird to fly from the camera in his flattery emporium on Univer- 
sity Place adjacent to the railroad station. 

You ask me for an autobiography covering the ten years past ? This 
letter has already nearly given it, illustrated by the fact that my picture 
has thus far been unnecessary there being no demand for it for publica- 
tion. However, I am awaiting my time and the request for a full length 
portrait to appear on the front pages of the various colored journals of 
our country. 

The memory of our Tenth Reunion will long remain with me together 
with an appreciation of the work done by you and your associates whose 
efiforts were crowned with signal success. 

Yours very truly, 

Erastus Wells. 




GLENN CARLTON WHARTON 

p 1- 604 So. 37th St., Omaha, Neb. 

b F. P. Kirkendall & Co., Omaha, Neb. 

m Ada Ehzabeth Kirkendall, Feb. 14, 1908 

A^ice-President of these three companies: F. P. Kirkendall & 
Co., Omaha Lumber & Coal Co., Grove-Wharton Con- 
struction Co. 

Omaha, Neb., Sept. 10, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

In reply to your letter of Sept. 2nd, stating that you had received 
statistical report but no picture or letter, beg to state that I ordered the 
picture sent to you direct and it should have reached you by this tune. 

lAs to the letter I am afraid I will be unable to furnish you with it as 
there is not much to tell and as already stated, I am very busy at the 
present time. 

Yours sincerely, 

Glenn Wharton. 




CHARLES OSBORNE WHEELER 

p 32 James St., Newark, N. J. 

r b West India Oil Co., Georgetown, Demerara, British Guiana. 

Special Agent West India Oil Co., in British Guiana. 

Paramaribo, Dutch Guiana, Aug. 16, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Though my reply to your circular letter may appear to be late in 
reaching 3'ou I am sending it as requested, by return mail. To write a 
"live letter" in a sleepy place like Paramaribo is next to impossible and 
I use the word sleepy in a literal sense, for the Custom House closes 
at noon, the Post Office and the one and only Bank at one and most 
places of business about the same time and every one goes home to eat 
a hea:rty dinner and then sleep till about four o'clock. Some time in 
the afternoon the aforesaid places of business, with the exception of 
the Bank, open up for about an hour to find out what has to be done 
to-morrow. In spite of this laziness a considerable quantity of work is 
accomplished, but nothing to what could be done if only a few more 
Americans were to come here. 

Growing bananas is an important industry of this colony but difficulty 
is encountered in securing ships to carry the fruit to the markets of the 
world. Balata is brought to town from the interior, or "Bush" as it is 
locally called, in large quantities and there is a good market for this 
product. In respect to gold, this is one of the richest countries in the 
world, if not the richest, and I base my assertion upon statements made 
by a man who has spent the greater part of his life in mining the 
precious metal in Alaska, Colorado and South Africa. As a further 
evidence, there are several large mining companies operating here and 
"Pork-knockers," or men who go into the "Bush" for gold on their 
own hook, make a mighty good living. Of course there are disadvan- 
tages such as the inaccessibility of the "Bush" the unreliability of 
surveys and fever. The chief products of the country ranking in impor- 
tance in the order named are: sugar, balata (wild rubber), cocoa, coffee, 
bananas, gold and rubber. 

The population is about as heterogeneous as one could imagine — 
Dutchmen, Coolies, Japanese, Portuguese, Chinamen, with a siM-inkling 

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of Americans and Englishmen, not to forget French convicts who have 
escaped from Caj-emie. Besides these races there are the "Bnsh- 
Niggers," descendants of runaway slaves, and colored people of all 
shades and descriptions. When you consider that the oiTspring of a 
Dutchman and a Coolie may, in the next generation have children by a 
Chinaman you can realize the possibilities, besides which about 75 per 
cent of the births are illegitimate. 

There are two seasons unofficially known as the wet season and the 
damn wet season, but even during the latter there is scarcely a day 
when the sun does not shine, for a few hours at least. The climate 
appears to agree with me remarkably well even though this country is 
called "The white man's grave." 

To go back ten years and give an outline of how the "Wide, wide 
world" has dealt with me is not difficult for I have kept out of jail 
and have won no distinguished honors even though you did leave ample 
space for same. After graduation, there being no vacancies of presi- 
dent in any of the big corporations, I straddled my horse, the same one 
that ran away from the polo ball when I tried to play at Princeton, 
and made for the Pocono Mountains, where I spent a most enjoyable 
summer. I spent most of the autumn looking for a job and finally 
landed one as office boy at the Guaranty Trust Co. I stayed there about 
four years or until I had reached a point where it was a case of wait 
till some one ahead of me resigned or died, or did something similar, so 
I decided to give the fellows under me a chance and resigned in 
preference to dying. My family at that time were in Europe and most 
anxious for me to join them, so I did, and remained in Italy about 
six months. I only wish I had had the opportunity immediately after 
graduation, for I found that in four years I had forgotten much that 
Professor Marquand had told us about sculpture, but some things 
I did remember and enjoyed the trip more in consequence. 

On my return I decided to try the real estate business, but that 
particular branch of business had not yet recovered from the bad effects 
of 1907 and incidentally I was laid up for six months with a broken leg 
which I received in an effort to do some rough riding stunts while m 
the Essex Troop. There were a number of 1903 men in this organiza- 
tion at one time or another and my service with the Troop was the 
pleasantest experience I have had since leaving Princeton. In 1910 I 
was made Manager of the Newark branch of a Stock Exchange house, 
but in 1912, my firm foreseeing that business in their line was going to 
decrease rather than increase, decided to prepare for a dull market and 
discontinued the Newark office. I had decided that in the event of the 
brokerage business not panning out satisfactorily, I would strike out for 
some other state or other country and here I am, with Georgetown, 
British Guiana as my headquarters. Though I am away from family, 
friends and troop I must confess to being very happy, but I look for- 
ward to the time when I shall again be back with our class and 
I trust it will not be so very, very long. 
With best wishes to all 1903 men, I am. 

Yours verv sincerely, 

BiRNIE. 



A. L. V. WIEHLE 

p b 1421 F St., N. W., Washington, D. C. 

r 2612 Cathedral Ave., N. W., Washington, D. C. 

Secretary American Funding Corporation of Washington — at 
least he was the last we heard from him two years ago. 




GEORGE WILCOX 

r 1374 Main St., Stratford, Conn, 
b Crane A'alve Co., Bridgeport, Conn. 

m Alice Blythe Tucker, July 30, 1907 
Elizabeth, b Aug. 8, 1908 

With Hooper-Falkeman Engineering Co. 

Stratford, Conn., Oct. 16, 1913. 
My dear Whitney : 

The steenth number of your esteemed periodical demanding material 
for the Record is just at hand and I hasten to comply with your wishes. 

Notice that "hasten." When your first circular was received I made 
haste to fill out the statistic blank — and laid it aside to be ready when I 
could send the picture; for, of course, having recently changed the 
pattern, I had to have a new one cast. When the next one came I 
made speed to the photo foundry to get the new cast of countenance. 
The next was that appealing epistle from — ^but whoa ! — possibly nobody 
else has given the dear girl away — and I won't. But FlI wager no 
member of the class sent anything in as long as there was a chance of a 
repeat letter from that source. But along comes this new demand, 
and so, now, I make speed, to hasten, immediately, to comply. 

My statistic blank is filled out truthfully, as far as possible, although 
how I am ever going to recall the number of the room I occupied in 
University Hall. Sophomore year, with a greater degree of certainty 
than the books in the University offices would show, is beyond me. I 
didn't suppose the remembrance of that number was one of the objects 
of a college education. Perhaps, however, this is a sort of ten-yearly 

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exam the authorities are inflicting in order to test out the memories of 
the poor "simple studes" again. Well, at worst, it isn't the first time I 
didn't get a first group. 

iWhat I've been doing wouldn't be of much interest to the class. It 
is enough to say that for a year and a half I have been at the plant of 
the Crane Valve Company, in charge, in the field, of the construction 
of some of the finest foundry buildings that have ever been put up. 
As to what I am thinking, though, as per your demand, your question 
comes at a most opportune time, for, at last, I've hooked the big idea, 
and it's practical! You know some wise man said (was it T. R., or 
Shakespeare, or Dean Swift, or Sam Higginbottom, or who?) that the 
greatest benefactor to mankind was he "who could make two blades of 
grass grow where but one had grown before." Well, I'm just going 
T. R. (or was it Shakespeare?) one better, and make it four instead of 
two. This idea is going to be of value to me and to Sam Higgin- 
bottom in India, and to every man, woman and child living between 
Allahabad and Bridgeport. The high cost of living will be forgotten, for 
will you not all be able henceforth to have four wisps of hay for break- 
fast where before you had but one? Just keep your eye on the dry 
prairies of the arid west, and on the dry gardens in the rain belt east, 
and where you see a bunch of four blades growing where before but one 
did grow you will know that this great idea of mine has been applied. 

[Note: It isn't patented yet.] 

I want also to add a word, Whitney, to express my appreciation of 
the way the 1903 Decennial was managed. It must have meant hard 
work to get so many back, for there must have been many of the 
fellows like myself, who- couldn't determine whether they should go, 
and had to be persuaded. If you can aflford the time to get out the 
Tin Horn after the Record is out I shall be most pleased to receive it. 

Hoping you will appreciate the promptness with which I have got 
this material for you, I am, in haste. 

Yours truly, 

George Wilcox. 




R. D. WILLIAMS 

Not heard from. 




GEORGE C. WILSON 
p r 302 Rebecca St., Pittsbvirgh, Pa. 




HARRY RHEES WILSON 

p r 826 West State St., Trenton. N. J. 

b American Mechanics Bldg., Trenton ,N. J. 

m Marion Swan, Nov. 15, 1911 

Isabel Swan, b Nov. t8, 1912 

Lawver 




UNGER WILSON 

p r 5500 Kentucky Ave., Pittslmrgh, Pa. 

b Care Petroleum Products Co., Grant Boulevard, Pittsburgh, 
Pa. 

m Marguerite L. Johnson, May 12, 1909 

With Petroleum Products Co. 

Pittsburgh, Pa., Nov. 14, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Enclosed please find picture. I am sorry you had so much trouble 
about getting it. 

I saw George this morning and he said he would send you a letter 
to-day or to-morrow. [But he didn't. — Ed.] 

I do not know any dope and have lost the circular you sent me. 

I was married May 12, 1909, to JNIiss Marguerite L. Johnson of 
Pittsburgh. 

I am with the Petroleum Products Co., Grant Boulevard, Pittsburgh. 

I am living at 5500 Kentucky Ave., and the next time you write do not 
send it to the old address as I have not been living there for almost two 
years. 

With best wishes. 



Yours sincerely, 



Unger Wilson. 




WILLIAM ARNOT WILSON 

p r 63 Sprague Ave., Bellevue, Pa. 

b 1363 Frick Building Annex, Pittsburgh, 

m Laura Rawson, Oct. 15, 1912 

Helen Arnot, b Oct. 11, 1913 



Pa. 



Lawyer 

Pittsburgh, Pa., Aug. 15, 1913. 
j\ly dear Whitney : 

I am distressed to find, after cudgelling my brain full half on hour, 
that in ten years since graduation, I have done nothing striking enough 
to make the least imprint in the tablets of fame. With a profession that 
I very much enjoy, a home that I thoroughly love and an abundance of 
health, I am perfectly willing to forego the medals. Not that I don't 
still have ambitions to add a twinkle or two to the lustre of the great 
class, but so far, I am having the best kind of a time as a private in the 
ranks. 

I am still marveling at the wonderful way in which the Reunion 
plans were carried out. The good time I had won't get out of my 
system till the next one, Fm sure. 

With the kindest regards, I am. 

Yours sincerely, 

William A. AVilson 




WILLIAM LAWRENCE WILSON 

pb 30 So. Charles St., Baltimore, Md. 
r Ruxton, Md. 

ni Lura Reineman, March 16, 1905 

William Addison, b Oct. 5, 1908 
Lura Emlyn, b April 15, 1912 

President Wilson INIaltman Electric Co. 

TELEGRAM 

39 NY RB 25 Blue 

GH Baltimore Md Oct 31 

C W Darrow 

Princeton N. J. 
Dont you dare go to press without my dope. It 
will all be mailed tomorrow and you will get it 
Monday. These are your instructions 

Bun. 
205PM 

Baltimore, Md., Oct. 31, 1913- 

My dear Whitney : , , , • , ^ 

I do not know whether it is proper for me to address this letter to 
you, or to address it "Dear Classmates," but as the opportunity to 
talk' in print is not often presented me, the mere matter of the proper 
salutation is not going to stop my writing this letter. 

It is going to be rather hard to write a printable history of my lite 
since leaving college, and you must not censor it too strictly. I am glad 
I am to do it however, for I can omit the questionable things and can 
color everything else to my own liking. You will pardon me I know, 
if I also do a little advertising. Don't you dare to cut that part out, as 
I want to use every chance I get for a free ad. 

After leaving the classic shades of Old Nassau, I descended tor about 
two years into the muck of the plate glass business. They seemed to 
like my services at a non-working job pretty well, and made me night 
superintendent. Not being used to the incandescent lights and as my 

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habits liad always been to go to bed early, I soon wearied of such a life 
and gave it up. Incidentally, along about this time, I was honored by 
the lady who now bears my name and got hitched. 

After a leisurely jaunt across the pond, I went to work again, this 
time as an apprentice moulder in the Aluminum business. Again my 
leisurely habits were appreciated and I was made Superintendent of 
the Foundry. In the summer of 1907, the company thought the work 
as superintendent was wearing me out and sent me to Chicago as 
salesman, so that I could put my feet on the desk and have plenty of 
time to attend to my personal affairs. While in Chicago, I received 
help from several of our dear classmates, among them Uri Grannis, 
Rube Lake, Alex. Stobo, Andy Freeman, and Cy. Adams. Incidentally, 
that was some crowd. I hope they have gone to work since I left, but 
I have my doubts. Work does not seem to agree with these fellows. 
No, Alex. I did not mean you. There are others you know. 

January i, 191 1, I decided to go to work and with a satchel in my 
hand, containing green-backs, I came to Baltimore to go into business 
for myself. After six short months of working, I had the experience, 
the other fellow had the satchel — never mind, the satchel is not doing 
him any good. This made me real mad, and I made up my mind that 
I really could work. After convincing myself of this fact, I was able 
to convince a few others— result— WILSON MALTMAN ELECTRIC 
COMPANY. Every stockholder in this Company is a Princeton man. 
They are as follows : Scott Maltman '02, Clinton Riggs '87, Robert 
Garrett "97, and John Semmes '02. 

Now conies the advertising. If there is anything electrical that is 
wanted by anybody that reads this letter, the above company can 
take care of his wants. We do not stop at anything, and in fact do not 
even stop at electrical work, as we are long on hot air. Your patronage 
is "earnestly solicited" and we are prepared to "cheerfully furnish 
estimates." 

Here I am, here please the Lord, I hope I stay. Baltimore is a 
pretty good place and thank goodness 1903 is well represented here. 

With kindest regards to all my classmates and abject pity for those 
who do not live in Baltimore, I am as ever. 
. Affectionately yours. 

Bun. 

P. S. — You will notice I did not say anything about my political 
activities during the recent glorious campaign. What's the use of 
crowing ?* 

[*Yes, Bun, what's the use of crowing after we saw you try to 
secure an interview with the President-elect in Princeton? — Ed.] 




ABRAM DARST WILT, JR. 

p University Club, Detroit, Mich. 

r 525 Jefferson Ave., Detroit, Mich. 

b The Schweppe & Wilt Mfg. Co., Detroit, ISlkh. 

Vice-President and General Manager The Schweppe & Wilt 
Mfg. Co. 



Detroit, Mich., Sept. 3, 1913. 
Dear Darrow and Classmates : 

That type written inquisition entitled, "Statistics for Decennial 
Record" is too much for me. I can't stand the limelight of publicity. 
I am willing to submit to a few leading queslrons, however, as there 
is space for foot-notes on my own form. (Notice, I said foot-notes, 
not foot-prints. ) 

Statistics for Decennial Record 

1. Name, including all middle names. 

Abram Darst Wilt, Jr. 

Foot-note (a) Mr. Webster says Abram means "Father of a multi- 
tude." In this connection, I have lived in Detroit eight 
years and am pleased to state that the population has 
more than doubled in this time. 

Foot-note (b) "Darst" is the bane of my existence. For the last ten 
years, beginning with Ameli, I have been suffering in 
silence because I have been receiving duns, threats, 
et cetera, with my ancient family name spelled "Davst." 
I will admit that Darst is rather suggestive of Russian or 
Yiddish, especially with a "V," but I am not either. 

2. Permanent, Residence, and Business Address. 

University Club. 
Foot-note (a) If you come to Detroit, call up the University Club and 
ask for "A. D." This is the only name I am known by in 
Detroit. Be sure to call; however. 

3. Family Record. — None of mj' family have made a record. 

4. Date and Place of Father's Birth and Marriage. — About 1142 
thousand people have said, "I suppose your father said, 'Wilt thou and 



she Wilted.' (Please do not spring this on nie when you come to 
Detroit as it makes me very angry.) 

5. Personal Record. — I blush to admit it. 

6. Date and Place of Marriage. — I have tried chloroform, knock-out 
drops, hypnotism, and every other known means and there is nothing 
doing. I cannot make them change their names to Wilt and do not 
blame them. 

7. University Record. — Horribile Dictu ! I left Princeton after my 
Freshman year to go to Harvard ! It is no use to try to explain why, 
but I might add for those who care to listen, that when I was fourteen 
years old, I worked in a factory, and made up my mind that I, some day, 
was going to own a factory. Therefore, I went to Harvard to study 
engineering and business administration, and have since followed manu- 
facturing. At the present day, I own a large part of two small factories. 
0. E. D. 

Foot-note (a) Incidentally, although it does not sound reasonable, my 
course at Harvard has been of very great value and I 
have actually used some of the information I got there. 

8. Room Occupied in Dormitory. — Yanderbilt's Pleasure Palace, 36 
University Place. 

Foot-note (a) Enough said. 

9. All Degrees, Honorary, or of course not. — I actually did graduate 
from Harvard in 1903. 

10. Subsequent Record.^Have so far been able to keep out of jail. 
Canada is close. 

11. Election to Learned Societies. — I have learned a lot from the 
society of Lot Hamlin and John Armstrong in the Tap Room of the 
Country Club. If you do not believe it, come out and you'll learn. 

12. Membership in Clubs or Social Organizations. — If you play 
Racquets or Rum, we have many and much at the Detroit Raccjuet and 
Curling Club. 

13. Do You Enclose Your Picture? — Cannot get anybody to take one. 
Foot-note (a) Hope you come here and take a look. 

Hoping that I may have the pleasure of seeing all the good members 
of the Class of 1903 in Detroit, I am, 

Very cordially yours, 

A. D. Wilt, Jr. 



,Si6 




T. O. WITHEE 



Ted was back for the Decennial but since then he has sHpped out of 
reach as far as the Secretary's office is concerned. In June his address 
was Conrad, Montana, but mail is returned from there "unclaimed." 
We expect to hear from him soon, but don't let this sort of thing 
happen again, Ted. 




CHARLES MONTGOMERY WOOD 

r 346 Market St., Chambersburg, Pa. 

The only way to get next to our friend, Mr. Wood, is to announce a 
reunion or dinner. He will travel thousands of miles for one of these 
but he can't write a letter. Since he can't write we would suggest 
his employing a stenographer. We were going to say "At our expense" 
but we would then have to do it for others and suppose we had to pay 
for all the letters Al Smith writes us ! 




EDWARD BIGELOW WOODS 

p 715 North Highland Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa. 
r 5734 Kentucky Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa. 

m JuHa L. Stark, Feb. 6, 1913 

Physician. 





CHARLES LEWIS WRENN 
p rb 123 East 59th St., New York City 
m Helen Gibbs Bourne, Oct. 5, 1907 

Artist. 

New York, N. Y. 
Dear Classmates : 

My ten years since graduation have been devoted to ART. 

After a vear at the Art Students' League and The New York Art 

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School, I took up the iUustrating branch and have been following it ever 
since. 

For some time I held a position in the Art department of a newspaper 
and also with a publishing house, but since then have devoted my 
time to magazine and book illustration. 

The life is not exactly as drawn by Du Maurier in "Trilby" but it has 
its charms. 

I am now thinking of taking up Children Portraiture and devoting 
my time exclusively to the offspring of 1903. From statistics it looks 
like a good thing. 

Ever your friend, 

Charles L. Wrenn. 




FRANKLIN LOCH WRIGHT 

p b 320 De Ivalb Street, Norristown, Pa. 
r 827 West Main St., Norristown, Pa. 



m Edna Lirrie Gresh, Nov. 4, 1909 

Margaret Gresh, b Oct. 5, 1910 
Marshall, b April 21, 1912 

Lawyer. 

Norristown, Pa., Sept. 23, 19 13. 
Dear Classmates : 

Your request for a letter is a difficult one to meet, but it should 
be a pleasure to help you in preparing this record. A completing of 
this record is a thing to which I keenly look forward. 

My young career, as you must know, budded forth in the University 
of Pennsylvania Law School, where after serving all my time of 
budding, or what you may call it, I bloomed into the practice of the 
law. Since that time I have practiced law in the Counties of Philadel- 
phia and Montgomery with such success as to permit me to at least sup- 
port my family, attend all Yale games, and be in Princeton on big days 
as frequently as may be. 

After leaving the law school with no less persons than our own Gar 
Scott and Ike Roberts, I began the active practice of the law, and, after 
being associated with N. H. Larzelere, formed a partnership with him 



and C. T. Larzelere, 1907, for the general practice of the law. We hold 
permanent headquarters for Tiger Students entering the gates of 
Norristown. 

In 1909 I was married to Miss Edna L. Gresh and have since that 
time lived in Norristown. My contribution to the Class Family further 
includes a little girl and boy. The boy I hope to steer through the 
Blair Arch at the proper time. He ought to be in the same class as 
one of Ike Robert's boys, unless the standard of entrance requirements 
continues to rise. That standard bears a striking similarity to the high 
cost of living. 

It is hard to be asked to review your life, but that seems to be what 
Whitney wants. If there is anything to review, or it is fit to print, he 
ought to have it. 

Charlie Beury is one of the few of us who appears in the real public 
light. Charlie's is the moving spirit in almost every good movement in 
this vicinity. You can get a breath of enthusiasm from him at any 
time. Gar Scott is a lawyer, a bachelor, and a golfer. Need I say 
more. He is no longer Knocker Scott. You can take it from me, you 
scoffers. Bill Coulter is in Philadelphia off and on and we hope to land 
him as a permanent acquisition. Our clan in Philadelphia is not large, 
but I can assure you there are no back-sliders. 

I filled out my statistical blank to the best of my ability with infor- 
mation regarding myself, and only hope some one will get as much inter- 
est out of reading it as I expect to get from reading the records of each 
and every one of you. 

Very truly yours, 

Franklin L. Wright. 




HARRY H. WRIGHT 

p r Allentown, N. J. 

m Mary S. Ridgway, Dec. 28, 1910 

Richard Ridgway, b March 4, 191 3 



Farmer. 



Imlaystown, N. J., Oct. 22, 1913. 
My dear Whitney ; 

I have no exciting story for the Class Record, having done nothing 
of that nature since leaving college and having seen very little of 
Princeton and Princeton men. I missed the Decennial for reasons 
beyond my control but I'll be among those present next time. 

Please excuse photograph for I have nothing recent in that line. Be- 
sides it would be at a disadvantage sandwiched in between the more 
classic features of my distinguished namesake — Franklin Loch — on 
the one side, and Henry George Weston Young on the other. I would 
like to propose for membership in 1903 my small boy, Richard Ridgway 
Wright, who was born on March 4th last in time for an even start with 
Woodrow's administration. 

Very cordially yours, 

Harry H. Wright. 




HENRY G. W. YOUNG 

p b 34 Merchants Row, Boston, Mass. 
r 152 Central St., Somerville, Mass. 

m Maude E. Huff, June 8, 1910 

Constance Louise, b Jul}' 26, 1912 

Manufacturers' Agent. 



Boston, Mass., Oct. 23, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

Your letters and the two sweet ones from Mae Belle fCelleher should 
have been answered many moons ago. 

With my right hand in the air, I swear honestly that I have tried 
every day this month to have my picture taken but the weatherman 
gave us eighteen days of London weather and two days of little sun- 
shine. I promise by all that is good and holy, to have this momentous 
affair attended to to-morrow if the sun will keep out for just a few 
minutes. 

What I have been doing since June 10, 1903, can be told in a few 
words. For the first four years out of college, I was employed by 



Joseph Middleby, Inc., manufacturers and importers of bakers' and 
confectioners' supplies. From 1907 until 1909, I acted as Manager of 
the Middleby Oven Co. in the manufacture of bakers' ovens. Four 
years ago, I hung out my own shingle as manufacturers' agent for hotel, 
institutional and bakery machinery. 

I was married June 8, 1910, to Miss Maude Eynaud Huff, AVellesley 
1908 and our baby, Constance Louise, was born July 26, 1912. 

I have not seen many of my classmates up here in New England 
excepting the first three or four years after graduation while many of 
the fellows were at the Harvard Law School and at Massachusetts 
Institute of Technology but there is a ready hand and a hearty welcome 
for those who come Bostonwards. 

Most cordially yours, 

H. G. W. Young. 




ROBERT SPENCER YOUNG 

p r 2 Lombardy St., Newark, N. J. 
b 377 Clinton Ave., Newark, N. J. 

Assistant Pastor Central Presbyterian Church, Newark, N. J. 

Newark, N. J., Sept. 6, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

The only extraordinary thing I have to report is that I am still 
unmarried. In Junior year it was thought I was going to marry real 
soon. Normie Schenck can tell you all about it if you want to know 
But it did not materialize. Since then I have seen New England girls. 
Middle State girls. Central girls. Southern girls, far Western girls, all 
in vain. A winter spent with Scotch lassies was of no avail from the 
standpoint of matrimony. Irish, Welch and English maidens likewise. 
Then followed French, Dutch, German, Belgian and Swiss women, 
with the same story. In all my traveling I have not found a mate in 
Italy, Greece, Turkey, Egypt or Palestine. Ceylon, India, Burmah, 
Straits Settlements, China or Japan presented no opportunities. If I 
had remained in Japan as I came near doing, the customs of the land 
might have helped me out. The trouble is, those I want don't want me''" 
and those that want me I don't want. I am marrying lots of girls but 
it is always to other fellows. 

*Why not try a Gillette? Ed. 



In more serious vein. Since graduation I have been putting in my 
life influencing and trying to influence young lives for the highest and 
the best. My ministry has been blessed by God in bringing youth 
and maidens to a knowledge of Him and His ways. In the meanwhile 
I have ministered to the rich and poor, the sick and dying, the burdened 
and grief stricken old men and children, male and female. The work 
has been hard and difficult at times but, oh, the joy that has been mine. 
It has surpassed my imagination. Tell 1903 that the ministry is the 
thing that counts in the deep things of life. There can be nothing like 
it. The privilege of bringing real joy and lasting peace to men. 

Much of my time has been spent in traveling and I would urge all 
1903 to travel every chance they get. It more than repays for the 
hardships undergone. Had I the space I could tell you of many diffi- 
culties and dangers experienced in seeing the glories of this earth of 
ours. But go whenever you can and any way you can. With thought, 
much expense can be avoided. 

At present I have a Sabbath School of 900 to look after, and a con- 
gregation of 800 to visit. During the summer I had one of the largest, 
if not the largest average attendance at the Sabbath services in the city 
of Newark. At times I was the only protestant minister that could be 
found in the city, and so have a deal of extra work to do. 

Hoping these bits of information may be of some service to you, 
I am, 

Yours sincerely, 

R. Spencer Young ("Parson"). 



IN MEMORIAM 



JOHN LINN PATTON 
JOHN BYRAM AUSTIN 
JAMES THURLOW WEED 
EDWIN MILLER LOUCKS 
JAMES BUREN HIGGINS 
WILBUR A. PANCOAST 
JAMES M. PARRY 
GEORGE BLACK REA 
ALAN P. JONES 
DONALD DeWITT 
THOMAS LEWIS THOMAS 
GARRETT P. SERVISS, JR. 
DANIEL MINER ROGERS 
WALLACE RADCLIFFE FERGUSON 
S. CROZER ROBINSON 
ROBERT CANDEE 
THOMAS P. MUMFORD 
WALTER FOOTE SELLERS 
CHARLES WAITE HALL 
HAYWARD DODGE ROSE 



October 6, 1900 
December 21, 1900 
December 10, 1901 
January 22, 1904 
May 19, 1905 
July 11, 1906 
March 6, 1908 
April 8, 1908 
May 13, 1908 
September 9, 1908 
November 6, 1908 
December 23, 1908 
April 15, 1909 
June 17, 1910 
April 26, 1911 
December 15, 1911 
May 27, 1912 
July 18, 1912 
April 16, 1913 
December 5, 1913 



VITAL STATISTICS 

Married i8i 

Unmarried ■ I33 

Number on Class Roll 314 

Boys no 

Girls 102 

Children 212 

Percentage of Class Married 57 

Percentage of Class Unmarried 43 



OCCUPATIONS 

Miscellaneous Business 63 

Lawyers 54 

Manufacturers 37 

Engineers 25 

Bankers and Brokers 19 

Ministers i6 

Physicians 16 

Education 16 

Agriculture and Horticulture 13 

Salesmen 10 

Real Estate 8 

Railroad 7 

Gentlemen of Leisure 7 

Coal 5 

Telephone 4 

Architects 4 

Artists 3 

Authors 2 

Missionaries 2 

Government Service 2 

Mayor i 

314 



GEOGRAPHICAL DISTRIBUTION 

Italicized names indicate that tiie same name will be found under another 
city — usually under the residence address. 

Alabama 

Montgomery 
Ashmead 

Arizona 

Williams 
Greene 

Arkansas 

Little Rock 

Johnson, J. V. 
Scott, H. 

California 

Amador City 

McCurdy 
Herotilt 

Crawford 
Los Angeles 

Fairbanks 

Todd 
Oakland 

Jenvey 
Pasadena 

Fairbanks 

Mixsell 
5*0)1 Francisco 

McCurdy 
San Gabriel 

Weaver 

Colorado 

Dem!er 

Speer 

Sullenberger 
Connecticut 
Bridgeport 

Anderson, R. E. 

Wilcox 
Greenwich 

Tiedemann 
Stamford 

Rearick 
Stratford 

Anderson, R. E. 

Wilcox 

Delaware 
Wilmington 

Porter 

328 



District of Columbia 


Marion 


Washington 


Leigh 


Wiehle 


Iowa 


Florida 


Clinton 


Bariozv 


Rendall 


Mack 
Orlando 
Cadenas 


Kentucky 


Florida Heights 




Strater 


Georgia 


Louisville 


Atlanta 


Clancy 


Innian 


Strater 


Robinson 






Maryland 


Illinois 


Baltimore 


Chicago 


Finney 


Adams 


Gorman 


Ames, J. C. 


Johnston, B. F. 


Burnham 


Lantz 


Freeman 


Leftwich 


Gephart 


Mason, J. D. 


Grannis 


Ober 


Lake 


Reeves 


Jess 


Wilson, W. L. 


Layton- 




McNamara 


Bcllcamp 


Morris 


Cassilly 


Hunger 


Oakland 


Welling 


Hamill, G. S., Jr. 


Edgezvater 


Hamill, S. F. 


Layton 


Roland Park 


Evanston 


Mason, J. D. 


Lake 


Ruxton 


Girard 


Wilson, W. L. 


Morris * 




North Chicago 


Massachusetts 


Decker, M. C. 


Boston 


Princeton 


Young, H. G. W. 


Templeton 


Everett 


U'aliuit 


Taylor 


Tcinplcion 


Loivcll 


U'ihnctte 


Haynes 


McNamara 


Pittsfield 


Indiana 


Plunkett 


Indianapolis 


Somcrville 


Bond 


Young, H. G. W. 


Hassehnan 


South Hadlev 


Hibhcn 


Warbeke 



Michigan 

Detroit 

Acheson 

Armstrong, J. G. 

Hamlin 

Wilt 
Marquette 

Reynolds 
Missouri 
Columbia 

Rentschler 
Farinington 

Weber 
Kansas City 

Johnston, H. Jr. 

Long, J. C. 

Shelley 
St. Louis 

Burkham 

Gait 

Kenney 

Long, S. M. B. 

McPheeters 

Prewitt 

Schweikert 

Wells 
Webb City 

Wallower 
Montana 
Billings 

Auerbach 
Melville 

Donald, W. H. 
Nebraska 
Omaha 

Wharton 
Nevada 
Eureka 

Cooper 
Jarbidge 

Jess 

New Jersey 
Allentozm 

Wright, H, H. 
Atlantic Highlands 

Ralph 
Bordentown 

Ashley 
Caldivell 

Herr 
Camden 

Baird 



Cliffside 

McClave, R. P. 

McClave, S. W., Jr. 
East Orange 

Bingham 

Eckardt 

Franklin 

Hodgman 

Roche 
EUncr 

Smith, C. C. 
Franklin Furnace 

McKaig 
Glen Ridge 

Edgar 

Pate 

Hoboken 

Herr 

Seggel 
Irvington 

Hopkins 
Jersey City 

Ames, J. W. 

Dear 

Herrmann 

Higgins 

Hollenbach 

Koss 

Seggel 
Laivrcnceville 

Hankinson 
Montclair 

Ames, J. W. 

Carr 

Dear 

Messier 

Walker, J. H. 
Morristo'ixm 

Garretson 

Ross 
Nezvark 

Chace 

Doe 

Hedges 

Holt 

Howell, C. 

Roche 

Scudder 

Wheeler 

Young, R. S. 
Nezfton 

Cole 

Kays 



Orange 

Barr 

Colie 

Field 
Pahnerton 

Tillinghast 
Passaic 

Moore 
Princeton 

Close 

Darrow 

Gross 

Kennedy 

Pyne 
Ridgefield Park 

Knox, C. A. 
Shrewsbury 

Nevius 
South Orange 

Babson 

Bayles 

Little 

Smith, A. C, Jr. 
Summit 

Howell, C. 

Keeney 
Trenton 

Hankinson 

Hewitt 

Newell 

Pierson 

Wilson, H. R. 
U'estfield 

Herrmann 
West Orange 

Wallner 

New Mexico 

Dawson 

Owen 
Hachita 

Lewis 

New York 
Albany 

Thacher 
Arkport 

Robords 
Auburn 

Imbrie 

Stewart 
Brooklyn 

(see New York) 
Buffalo 

Remick 



329 



Chappaqua 


Garretson 


Rye 


Childress 


Griswold 


Palmer 


Dongan Hills, S. I. 


Guile 


St. James, L. I. 


Donald, N. H. 


Hack 


Perry, J. M. 


Flushing, L. I. 


Hamilton, W. P. 


Utica 


Andrews 


Hedges 


Knox, E. P. 


Freevillc 

Richardson 


Hench 


Waterloo 


Hibben 


Schenck 




Higgins 


Willsboro 


Hewlett, L. I. 


Hilteheitel 


Perry, E. D. 


Barnes 


Hodgnian 


Yonkcrs 


Hoosic Falls 


Hollenback 


Pitkin 


Getty 


Horton 


Stratton 


Islip, L. I. 


Kraeger 




Hurlbut 


Leach 


Ohio 


Johnstown 


Little 


Cincinnati 


Fraser 


Lott 


Pollak 


Ireland 


Lowenstein 


Cleveland 


Kew, L. I. 


McClave, R. P. 


Tompkins 


Scott, G. T. 


McClave, S. W., Jr. 


Dayton 


Kingston 


Mason, E. B. 


Davies 


Forsythe 


Messier 


Elyria 


Mt. Vernon 


Nez'ius 


Silsbee 


Phillips 


NicoU 


J.ebanon 


Nezv Brighton, S. I. 


O'Neill 


Gilchrist 


Janewav 


Palmer 


Oregon 


Platt 


Parsons 


Portland 


New York City (includ- 


Pate 


Anderson, R. P. 


ing Brooklyn) . 


Pelham 




Ameli 


Phillips 


Pennsylvania 


Aitdrews 


Piatt 


Altoona 


Armstrong, S. H. 


Pyne 


Van Tries 


Babson 


Ralph 


Bala 


JSarnes 


Rankin 


Roberts 


Barr 


Reeve 


Chambersbnrg 


Baylcs 


Saks 


W'ood 


Baylis 


Scott, G. T. 


Cheltenham 


Bingham 


Shafer 


Havens 


Blair 


Smith, A. C. Jr. 


Chester 


Carr 


Steen 


Bush 


CImce 


Sterrett 


Clarks Summit 


Chamberlin 


Stobo 


Rutherford 


Childress 


Tiedemann 


Columbia 


Dahlgren 


TurnbuU 


Detwiler 


Deuel 


Turner 


Easton 


Donald. N. H. 


Vogelsang 


McKelvy 


Dugro 


Wade 


Emporium 


Edgar 


Wagener 


Howard 


Ely 


Walker, J. H. 


Eric 


Faber 


Wallner 


Merwin 


Field 


Watkins 


Franklin 


Forney 


Wrenn 


Bleakley 


Franklin 


Romulus 


Campbell 


Frederick 


Lansing 


Sheasley 



Great Bend 

Parke 
Green Lane 

Hiltebeitel 
Greensburg 

Coulter 

Lawrance 
Indiana 

Brownlee 
Jeanette 

Wallace 
Montrose 

Shafer 
Norristozmi 

Wright, F. L. 
Oakmont 

Pitcairn 
Penn Station 

Wallace 
Pittsburgh 

Barron 

Boswell 

Cassidy 

Decker, H. R. 

Harbison 

Miller 

Paul! 

Schultz 

Singer 

Steplienson 

Wilson, G. C. 

Wilson, U. 

Wilson, W. A. 

Woods 
Philadelphia 

Anders 

Beale 

Betz 

Beury 

Blakeman 

Coolbaug'h 

Coulter 

Garbrick 

Harris 

Havens 

Howell, A. A. 

LeRoy 

Meigs 

Oswald 



Pearson 


Seattle 


Porter 


Hall, G. B. 


Repplier 


Spokane 


Roberts 


Boyd 


Scott, G. 


Wisconsin 


Smith, F. 




Rosetiiont 


La Crosse 




Townsend 


Losey 


Scranton 


Withee (?) 


Hull 


Madisou- 


Scranton 


Roys 


Sheridan 


West Virginia 


Chauvenet 


Charleston 


St. Davids 


Couch 


Beale 


Dana 


Titnsville 




Byles 


Wyoming 


Sterrett 


Glenrock 


Uniontozvn 


Walker, 0. L. 


Conrad 


Porto Rico 


Hustead 


San Jnan 


Verona 


Odell 


Pitcairn 


Canada 


WiUiamsport 
Bubb 


Calgery, Alfa 


MacDonald 


Rhode Island 


Thetford Mines, P. Q. 


Providence 


Martin 


Daniel 


Toronto, Ont. 


South Carolina 


Allison 


Charleston 


British Guiana 


Welch 


Georgetown 




Wheeler 


Tennessee 


India 


Nashville 


Allahabad 


Talley 


Higginbottom 


Texas 


Sakchi. Bengal 


Austin 


Slee 


Riker 


Mexico 


Galveston 




Lobit 


Masatlin, Sin 


San Antonio 


Levick 


Frost 


Spain 


Maverick 


Gibraltar 


Sherman 


Hayden 


Randell 






Syria 


Washington 


Beirut 


Everett 


Reed 


Eddy, J. G. 





33i 



THE SECOND GENERATION 




Philip Henry Dugro, II, Class Boy 




I. Frances Worth Dana, Katherine Arnold Dana, Mary Adelaide Dana, 
John Swift Dana, Jr.; 2. Margaret G. (F. L.) Wright, Marshall (F. L.) 
Wright; 3. Zilph Palmer; 4. Frederick Woodward Remick ; 5. John 
Andrew Saks; 6. Laura Evelyn (W. L.J Wilson, William Addison 
(W. L.) Wilson; 7. Bartlett F. Johnston, Jr., Samuel S. (B. F.) John- 
ston, Ellen Whitridge (B. F.) Johnston 




I. Nina Harrison Randell; 2. Victor W. H. Rankin, Erxest J. F. Rankin; 
3. Barbara W. Pate; 4. Margaret Davis Burkham, Robert Burkham, 
Jr. ; s. Robert Wood (J. C.) Long ; 6. Thos. S. McPheeters, Jr. ; 7. Eliza- 
beth Morgan Ashley 




I. Sarah Spencer Welch ; 2. Norman S. Welch, Jr.; 3. Mary Louise Paull- 
4. Edith Phillips; S- Harriet Evelyn Phillips; 6. Nancy Lea Paull' 
William D. Paull ; 7. Edward Entwistle Hunger. 




I. Frederick James Bleakley, Jr.; 2. Flora Leighton Edgar; 3. G. Wells 
Ely, 3rd; 4. Uri Balcom Grannis, Jr.; 5. Ruth A. Field; 6. William 
Charles Dustin Grannis ; 7. Francis Lewis Beale. 




I. Dorothy Barton Darrow; 2. C. Whitney Darrow, Jr.; 3. Archibald Alex- 
ander (A. A.) Howell, Jr.; 4. John Nevin (A. A.) Howell; 5. Dorothy 
Taylor Hurlbut, Winifred Louise Hurlbut; 6. Hugh Hunter Platt; 
7. Waddill Platt 




Virginia Elizabeth (G. S.) Hamill; 2. Cokni.xg I'eausun ; j. Mk.s. G. S. 
Hamill, Jk., James Fairfax Hamill, G. Semmes Hamill, 3rd., Edwin 
■Gushing Hamill; 4. Alexander Robert Martin, Jr.; 5. Margaret Hank- 
inson; 6. William Morris Franklin, 2nd; 7. Katherine Louise Odell, 
Mary Diehl Odell 




I. Paul Joseph Lobit ; 2. William Edward Loeit; 3. Mrs. Peter Paul Lobit; 
4. Isabel Swan (H. R.) Wilson; 5. Mrs. W. K. Tompkins, Clara Louise 
Tompkins, Marybel Corrinne Tompkins; 6. Mary Helen Mlxsell; 
7. Mrs. Frank C. Wallower, Frank C. Wallower, Jr., Theo. Paul 
Wallower 




I. Elizabeth Wilcox; 2. McIntyre Fraser, Jr; 3. Julia Floyd Parke, II; 
4. Mr. and Mrs. Henry Frazer Harris, Anna Blair Harris, Henry 
Frazer Harris, Jr., Ross Johnston Harris; $. Jesse Carman Robords; 
Elizabeth Gildersleeve Parke; 7. Mrs. N. H. Parke, Anne Carll Parke 




I. Dorothea Agnes Taylor, Elizabeth Olden Taylor; 2. Thomas Kendall 
Wade; 3, 4. Katharine Hill Layton ; 5. Chase Andrews and niece; 
6. Walter Wilson Reeve; 7. Arthur B. Reeve, Jr. 




I. Betty Beury; 2. Marian Fischer Beury; 3, 4. S- Rosemary Barnes; 
6. Mary Virginia Bayles; 7. Ninette Crawford. 




Katherine Probasco Gilchrist; 2. Edith (R. E.) Andekson, Helen (R. E.) 
Anderson ; 3. Eugene Thomas Pelham, Jr., Beatrice Annette Pelham ; 
4. Katharine Condit Doe; 5. Edward Reed Mack; 6. Virginia Elizabeth 
(G. S.) Hamill; 7. Samuel Sterling Anders, Viola Dorothy Anders. 




I. Arthur Tyrrel Dear, Jr.; 2. Laurence Rentschler; 3. Sylvia Emma 
Turner ; 4. Ralph Erskine Rearick, Jr. ; 5. Charlotte N. Repplier, Ade- 
laide N. Repplier; 6. Ellen Emelin Robinson, John Wallace Robinson; 
7. Bayard Henry Roberts, Algernon Roberts. 



'E'"/5rs!S- , i,vr^v 




I. Sybilla Kathryn Betz, Rosaleau Amanda Betz ; 2. Julius Byles ; 
3. Elizabeth Hutchins Daniel; 4. Ruth La Vern (M. C.) Decker; 

5. Louis Bryant (M. C.) Decker, Bernard Martin (M. C.) Decker; 

6. Gilbert Farrer Close, Charles Donald Close ; 7. Margaret Jane 
BoswELL, Elizabeth Eleanor Boswell. 




I. Helen Louise Owen ; 2. Charlotte Merrill Merwin ; 3. Edward Norris 
Leigh; 4. Lois Atherton Leigh; 5. John Morgan Owen; 6. Margaret 
T. (G. T.) Scott, Amy C. (G. T.) Scott; 7. Constance Louise (H. G. W.) 
Young. 




I. Maxine Jane Lowenstein ; 2. Mary Elizabeth Gephart; 3. Mrs. W. W. 
Gephart; 4. John Norman Schenck, Edcar Schenck; 5. Clara Bell 
(S. F.) Hamill; 6. Mary Grace Keenly; 7. Julia Wells. 




-2. Mary Imbrie; 3. Jkan Hope Hustead; 4. Lucy Estabrook Getty; 5. JoH^^ 
Forney, Jr.; 6. Geraldine Garrison Herr ; 6. Charles Garrison Herr. 




I. Charles Warren Fairbanks, III; 2. Douglas Gorman, Jr.; 3. Cornelia 
Scott Fairbanks; 4. Mr. and Mrs. W. W. Bond, Walter W. Bond, Jr., 
Charles Howland Bond, Henry Sale Bond; 5. Ruth Eleanor McNa- 
mara, Robert Charles McNamara, Donald McCormick McNamara ; 
6. John Stuast McKaig, Jr., James Maurice McKaig; 7. Margaret (G. 
T.) Scott, Amy (G. T.) Scott. 




HOLDKK TOWEK 



TEN YEARS OF PROGRESS AT PRINCETON 

By Gilbert F. Close 

The Princeton from which the Class of 1903 graduated was a very 
attractive college, and the life that v/e lived there as undergraduates 
was without doubt not only a pleasant but a wholesome and beneficial 
life as well. Some of us acquired a very respectable academic edu- 
cation, also, though it must be confessed we did so at some risk to our 
personal popularitjr. But fine as Princeton was in 1903, it is unques- 
tionably a much better college now than it was then. There have been 
many and important changes in Princeton within the past ten years, 
but perhaps as striking as any is the improvement in the standards of 
scholarship, and the change in the student attitude toward intellectual 
matters. There have also been important changes in the personnel of 
the Faculty. Many of the men whom we as vmdergraduates knew 
and loved are no longer with us, and some of the most influential and 
scholarly men of the present Faculty missed the pleasure of and also 
escaped the difficulties involved in trying to educate the Class of 1903. 
In the method of undergraduate instruction very striking changes have 
been effected, many new and handsome buildings have been erected, 
and the Graduate College, which in our day was merely a dream in 
the mind of Dean West, is now an accomplished reality. The present 
student enrollment of about 1600 also shows a material increase over 
the enrollment of 1902-3 although the growth in this respect has not 
been as striking as the growth in other ways. In fact during a part 
of the last decade the number of undergraduates has been less than it 
was ten years ago, but this can be readily accounted for by the higher 
standards of entrance, the stricter enforcement of the standards of 
scholarship within the University, and perhaps also by the fact of the 
increasing demand for technical courses which Princeton has not yet 
been able to offer. For the past four or five years, however, the en- 
rollment has been steadily and substantially growing. 

When the Class of 1903 was in college, there seemed to be con- 
siderable laxity in the administration of the rules regarding examina- 
tions and standing, and a student who failed to pass the required num- 
ber of courses felt that special considerations might secure for him 
an abatement of the rule and keep him in college. In recent years, 
however, there has been such an absolutely fixed standard in these 
matters that students who come under the dropping rule, for example, 
know that nothing can save them from suffering the consequences. 
The result has naturally been that a higher standard of scholarship 
obtains throughout the University. Perhaps a more important cause 
for the better scholarship of the present day, however, is the successful 
establishment of the now famous Princeton Preceptorial System, which 
was introduced by President Wilson in 1905. There is not room in 
this article for more than a brief outline of this system, but the main 
principle is that in the so-called reading departments, such as Phi- 
losophy, Flistory and Politics, Economics, and the languages, there 
should be an opportunity both for carefully guided reading, and for a 

353 



personal intimate contact between teacher and student similar to that 
secured in the scientihc departments by means of the work in the 
laboratories. A "course" now consists, not only, and not principally 
of the lectures given in connection with it, but more particularly of a 
prescribed body of reading to which the lectures given are supple- 
mentary. The students meet in groups of five or six once a week for 
a conference with their preceptor, to whom they are responsible for 
their reading. The methods of conference differ, of course, with the 
character of the subject, but are always informal, being intended, not as 
a quiz, or recitation, but, so far as the preceptor is concerned, as a 
means of finding out how thoroughly and intelligently the student has 
done his reading, and so far as the student is concerned, as a means of 
stimulation and enlightenment with regard to the study in hand. His 
work is explained to him where it is obscure, and its. scope and impli- 
cations are extended out of the wider reading and maturer scholarship 
of the preceptor. The result is that the students are brought into a 
more intimate personal relation with their teachers than was possible 
in the old days, and as a whole, the students have come to appreciate 
the pleasures as well as the advantages of the intellectual side of 
college life. Certainly a student who devotes a reasonable portion of 
his time to study is more respected and more popular with his class- 
mates now than was the case ten years ago. This does not mean that 
the present generation of undergraduates is a generation of "polers," 
but it does mean that the essential purpose of a university is now recog- 
nized by the undergraduates of Princeton as it was not when the Class 
of 1903 was in college. 

A further step in the same direction has been made this year in the 
establishment of a comprehensive system of fi.nal special honors in all 
of the departments of study. The honors courses have been so 
planned that the students who pursue them have fewer courses re- 
quired of them and are given the time and the opportunity to do more 
intensive and scholarly work and more general reading than is re- 
quired of the other students. They will be given the chance to taste 
the real pleasures of scholarly effort. The honors courses continue 
through Junior and Senior years and are open to first and second 
group men, and to third group men who have obtained as high a 
group as second in the department in which they desire to be candi- 
dates for honors. 

It should be recorded also, that soon after the Class of 1903 grad- 
uated, the course of study was thoroughly revised. When we were 
undergraduates, the work of the Freshman and Sophomore years was 
largely prescribed, just as it is now, but in Junior and Senior years 
we were left practically free to elect any subjects we pleased, without 
any system and without any direction by the Faculty. The new plan 
of study was based upon the fact that an undergraduate is not likely to 
make a systematic choice of studies unless aided by more mature 
judgments than his own, and upon the assumption that the knowledge 
of men more mature than himself is a safer guide to a consistent and 
serviceable choice than his own untested tastes and preferences. Under 
the new system the undergraduate is left free to choose the depart- 
ment of study in which he wishes to specialize, but is obliged to choose 
some one department. Each student's schedule consists of five three- 
hour courses, and until this year, he has been required to take three 
courses in his Junior and Senior years either in one Department or 
in two related Departments, one course outside that Department, and 

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has been left entirely free in his choice of his fifth course. It has been 
found desirable this year, however, to modify the system somewhat 
in the interest of greater freedom of choice, and now a student is 
required to choose only two courses in Junior and Senior years in one 
Department and is left free in his choice of the other three. 

There has also been instituted the new degree of Bachelor of Letters 
for students who wish to specialize in humanitarian studies but who 
do not take Greek, thus reserving the degree of Bachelor of Science 
for those who enter without Greek and specialize in one of the scien- 
tific departments such as Mathematics, Physics, Chemistry, etc. It is 
interesting to observe the increasing popularity of the Litt.B. course as 
compared with the A.B. ajid B.S. courses. In the Class of 1906 there 
were 143 Bachelors of Arts, twenty-five Bachelors of Letters, and 
thirty-four Bachelors of Science, while in the Class of 1913 there were 
127 Bachelors of Arts, 103 Bachelors of Letters, and 25 Bachelors of 
Science. In general it is true that in recent years the number of A.B. 
and B.S. students have barely held their own, and practically all of the 
increase in the undergraduate enrollment has been in the candidates 
for the Litt.B. degree, that is in students who wish to take literary and 
humanistic studies, but who do not care to study Greek. 

There have also been important changes in the entrance require- 
ments within the past ten years. The A.B. and B.S. men in the Class 
of 1903 looked with considerable envy upon the C.E. men, because 
it was well known that they had got into college with a great deal less 
effort than the rest of us, however hard they may have had to work 
after they got in. In fact a considerable proportion of the C.E. stu- 
dents were supposed to be in that particular Department, not because 
they expected to follow the profession of Civil Engineering but be- 
cause it was the easiest way of admission to the pleasures of an 
undergraduate life at Princeton. In recent years, however, the re- 
quirements for admission to the C.E. course have been put upon a 
par with the requirements to the other courses, and it is safe to say now 
that no student will enter the C.E. course unless he really prefers to 
follow that sort of technical study. The result of the new C.E. 
requirements was a material falling off of the number of students in 
that Department. In 1906, before the requirements were changed, 
there were 93 Freshmen in the C.E. course, while in 1909, when the 
total Freshman Class was larger, those in the C.E. Department num- 
bered only 37; and this year, with a record-breaking Freshman Class 
of 430, there are only 51 C.E.'s as compared with 127 A.B.'s and 252 
B.S. and Litt.B. candidates. Changes in the entrance requirements of 
the other departments have been made also within the past year or two, 
the result being that greater freedom has been given in the choice of 
subjects for examinations, without lessening the amount of preparation 
required. There has also been instituted an alternative method of 
admission to the A.B., Litt.B., and B.S. courses open only to high 
grade students, whereby they are required to take only four examinli- 
tions in the more advanced portions of their preparatory school work 
instead of examinations in all of the individual subjects which are 
regularly required for entrance. This change makes it much easier 
for those students to enter who decide upon Princeton late in their 
preparator}^ course. 

The changes in the Faculty during the past ten years have been many 
and important. While the University has added great and distin- 



guished scholars, it is also true that we have lost both by death and 
by resignation some of the very men whom we could least afford to 
lose. Among those who have been taken away by death are Professor 
Henry C. Cameron, Professor Shields, Professor Packard, Professor 
Young, Professor Orris, Professor Rockwood, Professor Winans, 
Professor Wyckoff, Professor Coney, and Registrar PI. N. Van Dyke. 
Among those who have resigned, first and foremost of course is Presi- 
dent Woodrow Wilson, who is bringing unusual honor to Princeton in 
his present high position and who shares with only one other graduate 
of Princeton, James Madison, the distinction of holding the office of 
President of the United States. President Wilson presided over the 
affairs of the college for most of the last decade, and to him is due a 
large share of the credit for the great progress which Princeton has 
made and the high position which she now holds among the great 
universities of the country. Other distinguished Professors whom the 
Class of 1903 counted among its friends and who are no longer here 
are Professor Baldwin, Professor Frothingliam, Professor Daniels, 
Professor A. Guyot Cameron, Professor Lewis, Professor Finley, 
Professor Lovett, and Professor Carter; and this year Professor Or- 
mond has resigned to become President of Grove City College, Pro- 
fessor Axson leaves to become head of the English Department of the 
new William M. Rice Institute at Houston, Texas, of which Professor 
Lovett is President, and Professor Henry van Dyke has gone to Hol- 
land to represent the country as Minister to the Netherlands. 

But the places of those who have left have been filled, and among 
the men who have been added to the faculty in recent years are many 
who hold preeminent rank among the great scholars of the country. 
The election of Professor Hibben to the Presidency of the University 
was greeted with enthusiasm by Princeton alumni everywhere. The 
Class of 1903 was among the first to offer him our congratulations, and 
it is very gratifying that we have as President one whom we both as 
undergraduates and as alumni have always held in such high regard. 
The new members of the Faculty include Professor C. H. Smythe, Jr., 
in Geology; Professor Norman Kemp Smith, Professor R. B. C. 
Johnson '87 and Professor A. A. Bowman, in Philosophy ; Professor 
Augustus Trowbridge, Professor O. W. Richardson, and Professor 
E. P. Adams, in Physics ; Professor Duane R. Stuart, Professor Ed- 
ward Capps and Professor Frank F. Abbott, in Classics: Professor 
Christian Gauss, and Professor D. L. Buffum, in Modern Languages } 
Professor Henry Jones Ford, Professor Edward S. Corwin, and Pro- 
fessor William F. Willoughby in History and Politics; Professor 
George A. Hulett '92 in Chemistry ; Professor Malcolm MacLaren '90 
in Electrical Engineering; Professor Rudolph E. Briinnow in Semitic 
Philology ; Professor Oswald Veblen and Professor Pierre L. Boutroux 
in Mathematics; Professor Frank A. Fetter, Professor Edwin W. 
Kemmerer, and Professor George B. McClellan '86 in Economics ; and 
Professor Joseph E. Raycroft as Director of the new -Department of 
Hygiene and Physical Education. In addition, it should be said that the 
adoption of the Preceptorial System brought to Princeton about fifty 
additional members of the Faculty of the rank of Assistant Professor, 
who were selected both for their scholarly ability and for their 
personal qualifications, and who have exerted an inestimable influence 
at Princeton for all that is best in college life. A striking proof of 
the numerical growth of the Faculty within the past decade is that in 

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1902-3 the teaching staff numbered 108, while in 1913-14 it has reached 
a total of over 200. 

To those members of the Class of 1903 whose first visit to Prince- 
ton since graduation was at the Decennial Reunion the development 
which must have appealed to them most strongly was the beautiful 
new buildings on the campus. As a matter of fact the grounds of the 
University have grown from two hundred and twenty-five acres in our 
day to six hundred and thirty-two, and the number of buildings on the 
campus has increased from thirty-six in 1903 to fifty-three in 1913, 
not including the upperclass clubs. Practically all of the new buildings 
are in the English Collegiate gothic style first adopted at Princeton in 
Blair Hall, and no one can fail to be impressed with the remarkable 
beauty of this style of architecture as exemplified on the Princeton 
Campus. The new Gymnasium, to which most of us as undergraduates 
contributed our mite, was finished in June, 1903, and the first use to 
which it was put was for the first Alumni Luncheon which we were en- 
titled to attend. Several of the recent new buildings have been dormi- 
tories, which have the advantage from the University's point of view of 
providing both rooming accommodations on the campus for the stu- 
dents and also an income to the University in the form of room- 
rents. The new dormitories since 1903 are Seventy-Nine Hall, a red 
brick dormitory given by the Class of '79 and erected in 1904; Patton 
Hall, the gift of the ten classes from 1892 to 1901, built in 1906 of 
white Germantown stone; Campbell Hall, the gift of the Class of '■^'j 
and named for Mr. John A. Campbell '■]■], the Class Secretary, built 
in 1909; Holder Hall, the gift of Mrs. Russell Sage, an imposing 
quadrangle of dormitories with a lofty tower, built in 1910 and 191 1, 
and given with the condition that rooms on the campus should be re- 
served for one hundred and fifty members of the Freshman Class; 
Hamilton Hall, largely the gift of the classes of 1884 and 1885, built 
in 191 1 ; and Cuyler Hall, completed last year, the gift principally of the 
classes of 1881, 1882, and 1891, Mr. William E. Guy '65 and Mr. 
J. O. H. Pitney '81, and named in memory of the late C. C. Cuyler of 
the Class of '79. These new dormitories, all in the Collegiate Gothic 
style, afford rooms on the campus for 465 more students than could be 
accommodated in our time. 

The building accommodations for instructional purposes have also 
been very greatly increased in the last decade. A new Civil Engineer- 
ing Laboratory was built in 1904 through the generosity of the trus- 
tees of the John C. Green estate; the Palmer Physical Laboratory, the 
gift of the late Stephen S. Palmer, Eddie Palmer's father, was built in 
1908, and is devoted to the uses of the Department of Physics and 
Electrical Engineering. It is without doubt one of the largest and 
best equipped physical laboratories in the country. Guyot Hall, built 
in 1909 and named in honor of Professor Arnold Guyot, is devoted to 
the purposes of the Departments of Biology and Geology and contains, 
in addition to a large number of well-equipped laboratories, an im- 
mense Natural Science Museum. There is also a new Vivarium, in 
which are kept a considerable variety of living animals and plants un- 
der the proper experimental and observational conditions. The in- 
structional work of the Academic Department has also been provided 
for in the handsome Collegiate Gothic recitation building erected in 
1907 through the generosity of several friends of the University and 
named McCosh Hall in memory of the late President McCosh. Those 



of us who used to recite and attend lectures in old Dickinson Hall 
would greatly appreciate the beauty and convenience of McCosh Hall, 
if we had the opportunity. 

The most recent addition to the buildings of the University, and its 
crowning glory both from an architectural and other points of view, 
is the Graduate College, erected to the west of the main section of 
the campus, on the crest of a hill and commanding a magnificent view 
of the surrounding country. This imposing group, which was com- 
pleted this summer and dedicated with impressive ceremonies on Oc- 
tober 22, 1913, includes the John R. Thompson Graduate College, a 
residential hall accommodating about one hundred graduate students, 
erected from the bequest of the late Mrs. J. R. Thompson Swann; 
Procter Hall, a handsome dining hall given by Mr. William Cooper 
Procter '83 as a memorial to his parents ; the Cleveland Memorial 
Tower, erected from popular subscriptions as a memorial to the late 
Grover Cleveland ; the Pyne Tower, the gift of Mr. M. Taylor Pyne 
'TJ, and Wyman House, the official residence of the Dean of the Grad- 
uate School. It is a gratifying fact that the Graduate College has 
opened this fall with a full complement of graduate students, who 
have the privilege of a comfortable and attractive residence amid sur- 
roundings which will tend to emphasize the proper academic and 
social life of a community of scholars, something which has never 
before been provided in any Graduate School in the country. With 
the recent large bequest of the late Isaac C. Wyman '48 to the Grad- 
uate College, it will be possible to add from time to time additional 
professors of the same high rank as those who have already given 
Princeton an enviable reputation among the graduate schools of the 
country in several important departments of study. 

A record of the new buildings at Princeton would not be complete 
without mention of the handsome building of the Princeton University 
Press on William Street, built by the generosity of Mr. Charles 
Scribner '75, where our Class Secretary, Whitney Darrow, presides 
over the ever-growing business of this important department of 
the work of the University. 

It is difficult in a short article to cover in any adequate way the 
remarkable development which has taken place at our Alma Mater 
since we were graduated, but perhaps enough has been said tO' make us 
feel gratified at the progress which Princeton has made in the last ten 
years and to influence us to an increased loyalty to Cild Nassau. 



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A NEW TYPE OF UNDERGRADUATE 

By Charles W. Kennedy 

Somewhere in his "Thoughts" Pascal i-emarl:s: "Montaigne is 
wrong in declaring that custom ought to be followed simply because it 
is custom, and not because it is reasonable and just." Yet in spite of 
the unimpeachable wisdom of Pascal's words, we know that men v>'il! 
continue to walk the beaten paths of custom largely because they are 
beaten, because the walking is easy, and especially because they will 
have good company upon the way. In this last motive I rather 
imagine lies the heart of the whole matter. It is not so much the 
fact that the path is beaten that entices and allures men, excepting 
always the lazy and indifferent, but the fact that it is beaten hard 
because many men are walking therein. The prospect of good fellovv- 
ship, or at least extended fellowship, upon any road whatever is 
enough to recommend it to many. Men are still gregarious. 

Style and the tyranny that it exercises upon the weaker sex — I over- 
look its influence upon men, as many others have overlooked it, thereby 
paying my own vows at the shrine of custom rather than of truth — 
style in this twentieth century is the survival of a race instinct as old 
as nature in conformity to t3'pe. Mark out the individual as distinct 
from his fellows and he immediately is afflicted by a secret conscious- 
ness of enormous guilt. With few exceptions he will strive at any 
cost to reclothe himself in the garments of conformity and flee to the 
safety of the tabernacle of custom. No doubt in the long processes of 
evolution man has learned by many a wholesome, or unwholesome, 
lesson to avoid that singularity which may bring down upon him the 
scorn or hatred of his kind. Even a hen stripped of her customary 
plumage suffers some loss of eminence, a certain diminution of friendly 
warmth in the regard of her sisters. So after all, in style and custom 
may lie vestigial traces, race memories if you will, of other days and 
other manners when social distinctions were less subtle but more 
drastically enforced by beak and claw and club than by the pruned 
visiting list or exclusive club membership. 

Nowhere, I imagine, could one in search of interesting "customs" 
reap a richer harvest than in the campus life of any American college. 
There the purposes of men, in most cases, are not yet fixed and 
hardened, and their aims have not begun to diverge and separate one 
from another into the thousand delta channels of ambition and desire. 
The mind of the college undergraduate is, in the main, sufficiently 
plastic and remains so until graduation. Thereafter "in the wide. 
wide world" things of an unpleasantly practical nature begin to happen 
to him with a persistence that sooner or later considerably modifies 
his plasticity. Individual reactions from environment bit by bit are 
organized into individuality. One of the extraordinary facts of un- 
dergraduate life is that comparatively speaking there is no contempo- 
raneous reaction from the campus environment — no really vital or 
enduring reaction until the sand has run in the glass and the campus 



and its many voices and the cheery, inarticulate hum and undertone 
of its interwoven, tangled life are a memory and a dream. Then, in 
the fulness of time, out of the fluid forces and influences of those 
"four best years" there crystallizes a sudden, flashing, radiant, gem- 
like understanding of much that at the time was dark. So it is that 
the college campus, with its restless, unfixed, unindividual life is the 
stronghold of custom. 

It is in a freemasonry of submission and acceptance that the power 
of custom is born. In single isolation what coulcl have ever been more 
absurdly grotesque or more grotesquely absurd than the sophomore 
"horse hat" of our undergraduate days. Towering aloft in vivid 
orange and black they seemed always to my startled freshman eyes to 
combine the forceful, sweeping lines of a Viking's helmet, with the 
jester's cap without the bells. Looking back upon them — for they 
have melted from the face of the earth — I can see that in a way the 
first comparison was not inapt — the second I leave to your own mem- 
ories ; that they did symbolize a crude, unordered working of a con- 
quering force that made for discipline, for the subjugation of disorder 
and disunion into a communal life. These are gone — the sophomore 
"hat followings" are gone — the freshman clubs themselves have van- 
ished, and a staid and general commons for freshmen and sophomores 
has taken their place ; indigestion put to rout, softer manners en- 
couraged — yes, and a little picturesque color vanished from campus life. 

As I look back over the years that have run since 1904 — the year in 
which I returned to Princeton — one thing seems certain and in it is to 
be found, I think, the basis of much other change. Undergraduates 
are doing to-day, and have been doing for some time, more work and 
more serious work than the}' ever did in our college generation. I am 
speaking, of course, of the average man. A great initial stimulus to 
this change was the inauguration of the Preceptorial method, bringing 
a closer personal contact and a greater mutual respect and understand- 
ing between those ancient foes, teacher and student. This experiment, 
for so far as American education was concerned it was an experiment, 
has passed beyond that stage and is justifying itself by its fruits. I 
would not be understood, of course, as implying that the average stu- 
dent has become a "grind." It would be most unfortunate, in my 
opinion, were this so. But for the average student the work in his 
various courses has become vitalized, more definitely related to life. 
It is no longer bad form, I am told, to discuss the subject matter of 
a curriculum course over the dinner table. The undergraduates have, 
in the main, attained the knowledge that the student who is really 
interested in the study of Economics, for instance, is no more of a 
"sad bird'' than the graduate voter who attempts to Cjualify himself by 
knowledge to cast an intelligent ballot at the polls. 

One change that has followed on the heels of this increased interest 
in things serious and intellectually worth while is a decrease in un- 
dergraduate drinking. There can be no doubt that in our under- 
graduate generation there was enough drinking to make, in the words 
of Hamlet "A custom more honored in the breach than the obser- 
vance." The grill room at the Inn has faded into the cloud land cf 
well-nigh forgotten things, though Bacchus, with less frequent foot, 
still treads the ]5recincts of the "Nass." 

Even student dress is characterized by greater sobriety. No one will 
dispute, I think, the opinion that around 1900 campus dress in Prince- 

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ton was "sloppy." Sweaters and jerseys abounded. The services of 
the professional presser of clothes are not unknown to the present 
undergraduate generation, and they are, in the main, a more usually 
and generally presentable crowd than the students of a decade ago. 

I am reminded of the changes that have been brought about on 
the campus by the Student Bureau of Self Help under the wise and 
efficient direction of Mr. Buxton. Many kinds of work formerly 
badly done and exhorbitantly charged for have been turned over in 
toto to students under the necessity of working their way through 
college, and are now better done at lower prices than ever in the 
history of Princeton. I like the work of this Bureau for the fact that 
it rests upon that thoroughly democratic axiom that any work of any 
necessary kind, well and honestly done, is worth doing, be it pressing 
of clothes, or shining of shoes, or delivery of papers, or serving of 
curfew luncheons, or what not — all of which services, by the way, are 
comprehended under the organization of the present Bureau. The 
most ambitious project of the Bureau has been the establishment of a 
University Farm with a cannery annex, offering summer employment 
to a number of students at a fair return. 

It has seemed to me that in many ways, in the last decade, the old 
horizons that bounded undergraduate life have been shattered and 
burst asunder — that by some response to the spirit of ferment that 
has characterized American life in that period, the ideals and purposes 
of the campus in Princeton have become more real, more in touch with 
life itself. The old brick wall that used to loom with so confining 
and restrictive a force at the end of senior year, separating the "four 
long years of college" from the "wide, wide world," is surely crumbling 
brick by brick and tottering to its fall, and even now many under- 
graduates seem to realize, as few realized in our day, that here on the 
Princeton campus in this Year of Our Lord one thousand, nine hun- 
dred and fourteen they are as much in the wide, wide world as they 
will ever be, — that here they enjoy a little respite and a breathing 
space to observe life and meditate upon it and prepare to meet it ere 
they "press forward to the things that are before." 

One seems to feel a reflection of this attitude in the tone of Prince- 
toman editorials, in the articles printed in the Nassau Literary Maga- 
sine, in the establishment of the Pictorial Reviezv. The Princetonian 
deals without gloves with many questions from the point of view of 
their real worth, naturally not without debate. Heated letters pour 
in from the defenders of "old customs" of four or five years antiquity. 
Apart from the definite points of view assumed and held by the 
Princetonian and the contributors to the Lit (it is hardly to the pur- 
pose to discuss them here) the important thing would seem to be that 
the editors of these college journals — and they reflect the prevailing 
undergraduate spirit — are awake, are alive to facts, willing to face 
facts and willing to master them. This would not seem to demand 
great comment. Surely it is a normal thing for men to be alive and 
confronted by the facts of life. Yes! but the American college 
campus, strangely enough, has often seemed the place where men 
could most conveniently escape facts, elsewhere in life inexorable, and 
withdraw into a dream world that tumbled sadly about their ears on 
graduation. And so one finds a prophecy of a new and splendid 
Princeton in this stirring of the sap, this pulsing of her veins, with 
life released from dreaming to a fuller preparation for the service 
of life. True, it is accompanied by much that still awaits improve- 

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ment. Campus life has never been so over-organized as now. The 
Periodicals, the Triangle Club, special organizations such as the Law 
Club, every branch of athletics, all show over-organization in a pour- 
ing forth of boundless energy to ends not wholly adequate. Spon- 
taneity is often conspicuous by its absence. Men still spend good 
October afternoons on the bleachers watching a small group of men 
drilled into a machine to defend Princeton's honor on the field. God 
save the mark! But in baseball last spring we had forty-six different 
teams playing the game for what there was in it for the player rather 
than for the spectator. And so, it is to be hoped, will it be more and 
more. Out of the period of "sturm und drang" attendant upon the 
inauguration of the Preceptorial method, upon our stricter entrance 
requirements, and higher standards of undergraduate scholarship, out 
of the tumult 

"Of stunning sounds and voices all confused 
Borne through the hollow dark" 

has emerged a new type of undergraduate, somewhat more actively 
interested in the processes of his own education, somewhat more 
conscious that education seeks the goal of service. 



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1903 MEMORIAL FUND 

Newark, N. J., Sept. i6, 1913. 
Dear Whitney : 

From the frequent letters which I have received from you I judge 
it to be your desire that I write a letter concerning the 1903 Class 
Memorial Fund to form a part of our decennial record. I have pre- 
pared so many statements and sent out so many circulars in this 
matter that I am afraid my classmates will not be as anxious to read it 
as you apparently are to obtain it. The Memorial Fund has been 
inactive during our tenth year out of college, owing to the fact that 
you, as Class Secretary, have been overwhelming us with letters, and 
isecause after paying subscriptions to the tenth reunion our classmates 
would undoubtedly not welcome further demands upon their pocket- 
books for the Class Memorial Fund. However, I have promised to 
write a letter, and here it is. 

To go back to the beginning, three members of our class have had 
charge of the Memorial Fund before it was finally turned over to the 
writer: Chase Andrews, Howard Armstrong and "Cap" Sellers. In 
1907, with total accumulations of about eleven hundred dollars, the 
fund was turned over to me. During the past six years the fund has 
increased to a total of $6,214.57, to which must be added a balance in 
bank amounting to about $150, and further interest allowed amounting 
to about $90. This is the total in hand at the present time. These 
figures were submitted at our tenth reunion, and I was permitted to 
say a few words to the class gathered together in the reunion tent at 
that time. At that class meeting six men pledged themselves for an 
additional $500 each, so that there was raised then and there an ad- 
ditional $3,000, making a total of nearly ten thousand dollars which 
can be counted upon for the Class Memorial. I have tried to point 
out in the many letters that I have written to our classmates that 
every man in the class should contribute a nominal sum in order that 
the scheme may be successfully carried out. We have but one hun- 
dred and twelve subscribers at the present time. There are at least a 
hundred and twelve more who should make a contribution of some 
kind. H we had two hundred subscriptions of only ten dollars each, 
the fund would speedily gain large proportions, and I could soon 
cease writing letters and making demands upon my classmates, which 
I feel in some instances are annoying to them. It is true that the class 
alone is responsible for the letters which they receive fi^om me. If 
the class had not elected a memorial secretary, and had not desired 
to have a memorial fund, a great deal of work might have been 
avoided, but, a class memorial scheme having been adopted by the 
class as a whole, and our class pledge having been made to the Uni- 
versity, we, as a class, must now see the scheme through. 

Since our tenth reunion I was requested to meet President Hibben, 
Mr. H. G. Murray, and some of the class memorial secretaries of 
other classes who graduated after us. At this meeting a new scheme 
was presented, and I was asked to ascertain from our class whether 

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it would be willing to adopt this new scheme. I am about to send 
out a letter describing the scheme at length with sketches showing the 
new dormitory, and so I will not, at this time, go into the matter in 
detail. It is, however, a scheme which will cost our class twenty-two 
thousand dollars, instead of the seventeen thousand dollars already 
pledged by us. We will have more time in which to collect the added 
amount. I must say that it is a great advantage to have a scheme as 
clearly defined as the new scheme has been defined, and to know that 
we, as a class, will give a certain portion of a certain dormitory 
erected in a certain place. It seems to me that the class ought to 
adopt the new scheme. I only hope each member Avill be prompt in' 
sending his expression of opinion as to whether the class should enter 
into it or not. If the class does not enter into the new scheme we have 
still the seventeen thousand dollars to raise, of which we have raised 
about ten thousand dollars. We have no definite plan, excepting that 
the money so raised will go to some entry in some dormitory to be 
erected on the campus of the University. 

I hope I have not consumed too much space in our decennial record 
in writing this letter. As you have urged me to write it, you must be 
responsible for the reception which it receives among our classmates. 
Sincerely yours, 

AuGusTE Roche, Jr., 

Memorial Secretary. 



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THE GRADUATE COUNCIL 

By Albridge C. Smith, Jr. 

The Graduate Council was formed in January 1905 as the Com- 
mittee of Fifty, its name being thereafter changed to the present style. 
The primary object of the organization was to raise money for the 
support of the Preceptorial System, by organizing the alumni through- 
out the country. 

The purposes of the Council have been extended and increased tre- 
mendously in the course of its existence, and its efforts are directed 
in two ways, namely to help the University and help the Alumni. It 
maintains a permanent office in charge of a permanent secretary at 
Princeton which office is used as a clearing house in all matters and 
things of interest to the University and the Alumni. 

It assists the University by systematizing the raising of funds for 
University purposes from the Alumni, whether in the form of indi- 
vidual or class contributions, by giving due publicity to the develop- 
ments and increased advantages at Princeton through the press and 
directly through the preparatory schools, by correcting, wherever the 
same exist, erroneous impressions of the life and educational features 
of Princeton, and by bringing the Alumni into closer touch with the 
progress made by the University. 

It assists the Alumni by organizing alumni associations where none 
existed, by bolstering up weak associations and encouraging in every 
way the organization of the alumni in geographical groups, each with 
an alumni center, providing speakers for dinners and aiding the social 
and material possibilities of these groups. The Council also takes 
cognizance of matters of general interest to the Alumni — the Cjuestion 
of reunions for instance, wherein the Council is working out a plan to 
reduce the cost of reunions, by cooperation and unification of plan 
and purpose, between the classes. The Council is of service to the 
undergraduate body — for instance the organization of the Student 
Bureau of Self Help, cooperating with the Athletic Association to 
reduce the number of complaints received after a big game, and taking 
counsel with the Graduating Class in its selection of officers and 
class organization. 

The Council's Secretary acts as a clearing house for views and 
recommendations, keeps track of the Alumni, deaths, removals, etc., 
provides much of the data for the Alumni Directory, and answers 
much correspondence for the University Officers. 

The Council has justified itself, and its future must depend largely 
on the assistance of the Alumni in keeping in touch with their Class 
Secretaries, joining their local alumni associations, encouraging pre- 
paratory school boys to go to Princeton, and feeling at liberty to 
present to the Council any matter of interest to the University or the 
Alumni at large. Princeton has never had to bemoan the indifference 
of her sons, but Princeton is getting bigger, older, and better every 
day, and this means that her sons must keep their interest more 
active than ever. 

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THE TIN HORN 

A history of the Class of 1903 is incomplete without mention of our 
house organ — The Tin Horn. Started two years ago, it immediately 
became an "old college custom." 

Six issues were published under the editorship of Al Smith before 
the Decennial Reunion. Others helped with contributions now and 
then, but it was Al. who took his coat off, rolled up his sleeves and' 
did the work. Since he has resigned as editor we are at liberty to 
say that it was his cunning hand that penned all the anonymous con- 
tributions so much enjoyed. The Tin Horn made the work of the 
Reunion Committee easy. 

Although Al. has turned the editorship back to the Secretary, we 
have the assurance of the continued assistance of his ready pen so 
that when publication is resumed in a few weeks we can guarantee 
that you, your wife and kiddies will peruse the pages with as much 
edification as of yore. 

The Class owes a debt of gratitude to Al. Smith. 

The Secretary. 



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THE 1903 EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE 

Owing to the fact that the various officers and Committee chairmen 
of the Class were working independently of one another and had no 
means of keeping in touch with the work of the other committees, it 
has been thought desirable to formulate an organization so that the 
work of the various officers and committees would not overlap, and 
so that each officer and chairman would have an opportunity to bring 
to a larger committee an outline of their general plans for the year's 
work for approval and suggestions. 

A meeting of all the officers and committee chairmen of the Class 
was accordingly held in December at the call of the President, and 
organized into an Executive Committee. The regulations adopted 
are as follows : 

1. All affairs of the Class of 1903 shall be in the hands of an 
Executive Committee, with a view to keeping the different class ac- 
tivities in touch with one another, and so that the work of no officer 
or committee will handicap the work of another. 

2. The Executive Committee shall consist of the elected officers of 
the Class, together with five members at large to be appointed by 
the President with the approval of the Committee, and to hold office 
for one year or until their successors are appointed. 

3. The President, Vice-President and Secretary of the Class shall 
hold the positions of Chairman, Vice-Chairman and Secretary of the 
Executive Committee. 

4. Meetings of the Executive Committee shall be held at the call 
of the President at any time upon three days' notice in writing, and 
shall be called at any time upon the request of three members of the 
Committee. 

5. The Secretary, the Chairman of the Reunion Committee, and 
Chairman of the Memorial Committee shall refer to the Executive 
Committee all matters of general policy for the purpose of discussion 
and advice. 

6. The Secretary of the Qass shall send to each member a request 
for an annual subscription of from one to ten dollars, payable on the 
first of January in each year. This money shall be kept in the gen-^ 
eral class fund and appropriated by the Executive Committee to- the 
Reunion Committee or to the work of the Class Secretary's office. It 
is understood, however, that the failure of any member of the Class 
to pay anything towards the running expenses in no way deprives him 
of any class privileges. 

It will be noted that the Secretary was authorized to send a request 
to each member for an annual subscription of from one to ten dollars, 
payable on the first of January in each year. The idea of this is to 
enable the Secretary to do the hundred and one things which a secre- 
tary should do, but which our class has not been able to do because of 
lack of a balance in the treasury for such purposes. The Secretary 

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proposes to resume publication of tlie Tin Horn as soon as tliis record 
IS published, and funds will have to be raised for this. Then, too, it 
is desirable for the Reunion Committee to provide a meeting place for 
those men who come back on off years, and badges, canes, etc., should 
be provided. It is not desirable to raise a special fund each year for 
this purpose, and this would be paid out of the general class fund. 
The general expenses of the Secretary's office, postage, expressage, 
stationery, printing, etc., are quite considerable, and if the best inter- 
ests of the Class are to be served the expense should really be much 
more than it is at present. 

Under the circumstances it is hoped that each one will take some 
small part m this general fund by making a contribution of any 
amount from one to ten dollars. Subscription for the current year is 
now payable to the Secretary, and hereafter the member will be billed 
on the first of each January for the amount he subscribes. The offi- 
cers felt that this was a much more business-like method and would be 
more appreciated by the Class than to have several appeals for small 
amounts from different officers at different times in each year. 



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THE DECENNIAL REUNION 

Of Composite Authorship 

The Decennial Reunion made history. It was most surely a three 
ring circus. No one could relate half of what transpired during those 
five marvelous days from June 6 to lo, 1913. This imperfect account 
is a composite story made up from the writings of several m-embers 
of the class who have put down their impressions of Old Home Week. 
While we know that many of the important and interesting happenings 
have been omitted, perhaps we can touch the high spots. Perhaps this 
brief record will suggest many more interesting incidents to those who 
were here and let them live over again many times those happy days. 
Perhaps those who were not here can catch a little glimpse of what 
they missed, at least enough to inspire them to action when Frazer 
Harris sends out his call for the fifteenth reunion in 1918. 

Old Home Week was a success, there is no doubt of it, and there 
were two reasons. First and foremost, we have the best reuning class 
with the best class spirit that ever graduated from Princeton, arid 
second, the Committee started active preparations for the reunion in 
January 1912. It may be interesting to know that the plans formulated 
early in 1912 with the exception of a few details were carried out 
almost to the letter a 3'ear and a half afterwards. 

Preparations 

Some of us know and others have been told that it takes three days 
for a baby, — or is it a cat? — to get its eyes open. Incidentally it may 
be remarked that there are those who doubt this theory, certainly, at 
least, as it appHes to the "female of the speeches" (as F. P. A. calls 
her in these days of woman suft'rage) for no woman could leave her 
curiosity unsatisfied as long as that. 

However, barring these few contradictions, the theory may stand. 
It did not, however, take more than three hours for the eyes of other 
reuning classes to be fairly popping out of their heads with curiosity, 
amazement and undisguised admiration when they suddenly found 
themselves confronted with the spectacle of a class conducting a De- 
cennial Reunion in such fashion as to make a new definition of the 
words necessary. 

Primal darkness ! No other term will describe the aspect of the 
village of Princeton during the early days of Reunion week. Here and 
there on the horizon glimmers of light began to appear. In distant 
cities train crews were assembling the best and bravest of their rolling 
stock in preparation for the long journey Eastward. Musicians in far 
off Paterson could be heard practicing in the rear rooms of quiet sa- 
loons songs which to the intelligent ear might have been recognized 
as "Yale, Yale, you can't play ball," "Old Nassau," or the only class 
ode that ever had value enough to live. The best artisans that Europe 
could produce were busily engaged in the production of an enormous 
tent capable of holding more noise than JMadison Square Garden on a 



political night, and more things to eat and drink, from beer to butter- 
milk, than the Nassau at flood-tide. 

These, we say, were mere hints of what was to follow — intimations 
of the forthcoming immortality. A search throughout the length and 
breadth of the land would have disclosed a perfect network of activi- 
ties, all having in view certain celebrations to be held beginning June 
6, and designed to emphasize in a practical fashion the relative value 
of four years in college to ten years out of it. The new tariff on 
woolen goods had less effect upon the market for men's clothing than 
did the withdrawal of the most able tailors in the land to work upon the 
reunion costumes. Stores of food (certainly comparable to any we 
have ever seen elsewhere) were prepared weeks in advance and de- 
posited in the basement of University Hall, thence to be brought out 
as need might require to tickle the palates of jaded city folk and to 
make men from the country thank God that John Renwick was a 
Frenchman ! 

But why elaborate ? Even the few who knew that these preparations 
were going on were not ready for the perfection which greeted their 
eyes when on the eventful Friday, the big tent opened its doors, not, 
to be sure, to the world, but to the few who were worthy of this 
honor. Friday was as much like Thursday as the modern arc-light is 
like a burned-out student's lamp; and, to refer to our original propo- 
sition, it is interesting to know that every cat born in Princeton the 
day the Reunion opened, unable to wait three days to see this Tenth 
Wonder of the World, died of pure chagrin. 

Headquarters 

While the reunion was scheduled to open Friday noon, June 6, it 
was on Wednesday that Frazer Harris and Percy Pyne blew into town 
and started work. Lit Sterrett, who was one of the most active and 
efficient men on the Committee, had been in town several days helping 
the Chairman. Frazer was Chairman of the Committee on Decora- 
tions, and early Thursday morning put to work all the fellows he. 
could find. It was some wonderful and effective decorating which 
Frazer did, and the Headquarters at 2 Nassau Street, commonly known 
as Zapf's, was transformed from a barn-like looking structure to one 
of incomparable beauty. Around the porch and front of the house he 
festooned orange and black bunting, and over the gateway to the Big 
Tent he placed one of those fancy Broadway flash signs, which flashed 
out the numerals 1-9-0-3 and then altogether 1903, and then all was 
dark. This was some novelty. The Big Tent in the rear of the house 
was fittingly decorated with 1903 banners and orange and black bunt- 
ing, and altogether we think Frazer missed his calling when he didn't 
go into the decorating business. 

Immediately inside the door of the house was located the class ofiice, 
with a Junior by the name of Bauhahn in charge. It is very fitting that 
we here give credit to him for his most efficient help in attending to the 
multitudinous details. Here was a register for all men to sign, a 
duplicate of which is to be found reproduced in the front and back' of 
this volume. The clerk made arrangements for rooms, meals, cabs, 
telegrams, telephones, and had on sale stamps, cigars, cigarettes, to- 
bacco, picture post-cards, and, as Al Smith says, everything ' but 
harmonicas. 

In the large room adjoining the office a writing table was ready for 
Uri Grannis, Bun Wilson, Ward Chamberlin, Mac McNamara and the 

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others in the class who had to carry on their business at long range 
even during the reunion. These men usually left enough space at the 
table for our unmarried brothers to pen their love letters and for the 
fond fathers to write home telling John not to forget to feed the 
chickens. To the rear of the writing room was another large lounging 
room, which was constantly in use, and which was particularly service- 
able during the cold evenings. In back of this lounging room was the 
kitchen, where Chairman Sterrett had installed a hot dog man, who 
furnished all kinds of sandwiches, on which many of us lived for those 
five days. 

The entire house was ours for those days, and allowed two rooms for 
the use of the Committee in charge of the Headquarters, a room as 
an office for the Chairman of the Committee to lock up the wealth he 
had gathered in during the day, and enough additional bedrooms to 
room the entire band of thirty pieces, besides the other help employed 
around the Headquarters. 

The tent in the rear of the Headquarters was the largest in town, 
with a board floor and chairs, not benches. The bar tent was entirely 
separated from the Big Tent, and a cool cellar adjacent provided an 
unusually good place to store the liquid refreshments. 

Perish the thought of any other Headquarters for a decennial ! It 
cost more — twice what the bowling alley cost — but who wants a decen- 
nial in a bowling alley ! Our Headquarters were the real thing. 

FRIDAY— THE OFFICIAL OPENING 
Thursday evening that West Virginian-Ohioan delegation had ar- 
rived, and we were glad to see that old John Dana was just the same 
as ever, only more so. In the wee sma' hours of Friday the Chicago 
outfit slipped into town, and at noon on Friday Al Smith arrived and 
told us that we could now open the reunion any time we wanted to. 
His suggestion was taken as a command and the first official keg was 
tapped by Judge Sterrett, and in this connection let us ascertain where 
Judge Sterrett discovered the excellent near-beer. It was a great suc- 
cess, Judge. It was pitiful at times to see a hard-v/orking young man 
emptying stein after stein hoping thereby to keep warm on those cold 
nights and not being able to. It was the first all-soft-drinks reunion 
ever held in Princeton. 

As each man arrived he was handed an envelope which contained 
an attractive little handbook of information and suggestion, contain- 
ing also the correct addresses of all the members of the class. They 
were also provided with copies of the old songs, cards of admission to 
Reunion Headquarters and handsome white silk hat-bands embroidered 
with the seal of the University surrounded by the' letters 1903. 

The sleeping arrangements were as satisfactory as could be de- 
sired. Even those members of the class who had voted not to let 
Seminary students use the Brokaw tank, had much of their prejudice 
overcome when they found themselves comfortably installed in the 
quiet rooms of the Seminary dormitory. At this distance from the 
noise of the Reunion tent and the undergraduate rabble, the fast 
aging ten-year graduates found "a far, far better rest than they had 
ever known." 

The Band Arrives 
At 4.30 Friday afternoon Otto Hack arrived with his band. Every- 
body who knows anything at all knows we had the largest band in 
Princeton ; a band, by heck, that could reel off the classic stuff as well 

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as The Trail of the Lonesome Pine. Did it ever occur to you who 
are Reunion Regulars, how some popular air is always taken up each 
June by every band in town so that whenever thereafter a street piano 
strikes up the tune you get terribly thirsty? 

Now back to the narrative. Each train during Friday afternoon 
brought in more '03 men, and that night saw one hundred and fifty 
men in the tent. There were a few who had not been back to Prince- 
ton in the ten years since graduation. There were some men whose 
visits to Princeton average six per year. But whether a man was a 
long lost prodigal or a habitue he was there with a spirit. 

The Class dining rooms in University Hall opened with dinner 
Friday evening. Flere were two lai"ge rooms for the exclusive use 
of the Class, and the majority of the men ate all their meals here to- 
gether while they were in Princeton. 

"My Cousin Caruse" is omitted 
Bun Wilson was supposed to be in charge of the entertainment for 
Friday evening. He says "I was a little worried for I knew that the 
High-brows, of which our class was almost entirely composed, must 
be entertained. We were soon undeceived, however, for the High- 
brows quickly proved their ability to entertain themselves." This 
sounds very nice, but as a matter of fact Bun was quite sore. He 
had worked out a very elaborate scheme for entertainment, including 
a few songs by himself. The Class, however, were so glad to get to- 
gether that they entertained themselves to such an extent that Bun's 
voice could not be heard, and he retired in disgust. The songs and 
swapping of stories were stopped long enough in the evening to organ- 
ize a P-rade to Jack Hibben's. Lit Sterrett was in charge of the 
Headquarters Friday evening, and reports that the gates were closed 
about 4 a. m. 

SATURDAY 
Saturday dawned dubiously. There was rain in the sky. For one 
morning in his life Chairman Chamberlin of the Costume Committee 
was up before nine o'clock and established his costume headquarters 
in Nassau Hall ready to pass out the colonial soldier garb to each and 
every one. Even if you were not at the reunion you know what the 
costume looked like from the picture in the Tin Horn. They were 
really much more effective than words can suggest. 

The Costumer 
Ward Chamberlin was the genial but sometimes perplexed floor- 
walker. Perplexed, we say, but who could blame him? For it was 
not always easy for instance to persuade John Dana that he could 
wear the suit that had been provided for Little Sterrett, and almost as 
much a problem' to show Skinner Wright and Ike Roberts that be- 
tween them they could crowd their shapely shanks into the leggings 
intended for Colonel Byles. Somehow or other, however, these deeds 
of magic were done, and after a few simple alterations to allow for 
the expanding chests and enlarged heads of the men who had already 
made their mark in the world, the class issued forth as one man, clad 
in the striking costumes of Continental Ofificers-of-the-Line. 

Rain 
Just before lunch time it started to rain, and while some of us who 
had paid for our tickets and wanted to get our money's worth out of 

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the University rushed across to the dining hahs for kinch, the rest of 
us contented ourselves with doggies and beer. During that rain we 
were the most discouraged, disappointed lool<ing lot of soldiers that 
ever were forced to retreat from a battlefield. But the fates were 
with us and finally the rain stopped, the sky cleared, and we formed in 
front of the Headquarters for the P-rade. The class was divided 
into five companies of about thirty-five men each. 

We Take the Steps 

Marching to Nassau Hall we once more "took the steps" and had 
our picture taken. Then there was a long wait while the other classes 
tried to gather together their scattered ranks. In the meantime 
Captain Roche of Company E, assisted by ensign Edgar Palmer, tried 
to put his company through a few tricks on the Campus, much to the 
enjoyment of the assembled crowd. When Captain Smith of Com- 
pany D saw what Captain Roche was doing he tried to put his com- 
mand through a few steps. It was so long, however, since Al was a 
Corporal in the South Orange High School Cadets that his commands 
sounded more like the train announcer in the Pennsylvania Station than 
anything else, and was just about as much understood by his men. 
Even his ensign, John Steen, refused to support a captain of such 
limited knowledge of military tactics. Captains Pyne, Ameli and Dar- 
row, assisted by their ensigns, Chamberlin, Sterrett and Harris, were 
perfectly content to allow their commands to rest in the shade of 
sheltering trees. 

The P-rade 

Then the great march began. Never before has such a display been 
made on Osborn Field. "The Spirit of '76" portrayed by Nig Couch, 
Pop Little and Fred Ba3des led the procession and aroused cheer after 
cheer from the stands. The class banner was borne, of course, by 
Ross McClave and Ike Gilchrist. Following "The Spirit of '76" was 
the Class Boy, Philip Henry Dugro, in Continental uniform, supported 
by Frazer Harris, Jr., and Whitney Darrow, Jr. We sat as usual in the 
football stands, a crowded mass of buff and blue. As the game pro- 
gressed the sky in the west began to darken, a distant rumbling was 
heard, and then suddenly the sky opened with a deluge which rivalled 
the flood that made Bill Newell's friend famous. 

To quote from one of the reunion accounts, the authorship of which 
you may guess : "All but the captain, color-sergeant and high-private 
of Company D fled. All honor to Company D ! Gritting their teeth 
they sat through it all and the old flag never touched the ground. The 
other miserable descendants of the heroes of A^alley Forge sheltered 
their cowardly backs." But the game was over — called on account 
of the fact that one of the Yale team couldn't swim. Then began the 
return from Moscow. We were a pitiful sight. Drenched to the 
skin, we struggled back to the tent. Of course we must not mention 
the agility with which the color of our suits left the fabric after the 
rain. A great many of us spent long weary hours scrubbing the color 
off our shoulders. Ward Chamberlin was told to get fast colors and 
he certainly got them. 

That Night 

By the time the game was over Old Home Week had begun to be 
a reality for the home spirit was pervading the class and creating a 
new atmosphere. This was noticeable in many instances. Frazer 



Harris as early as 5 o'clock that afternoon, which was the time he 
usually fed his pigs, remarked that he really didn't miss them at all. 
This, however, he explained, involved no reflection upon any of his 
classmates. Gus Roche saw so much water that he decided to go 
fishing, but he didn't have any bait, and when someone told him he 
could get it at the office, he felt so much at home that he started 
down to the cellar to tend the furnace and began to turn out the lights. 

Of course, there were a few complaining spirits. Charlie Beury 
said the whole place was too noisy for him (Charlie still lives, or we 
should say, lives still in Philadelphia). And Pax Hibben was a little 
put out because the committee wouldn't give him a whole evening in 
which to give his famous lecture on "Drinks and Diplomats I have 
Met." 

This home spirit was not more noticeable then in the case of such 
men as Arthur Hayden who had come back recently from Spain and 
was made to feel that after all the ties of Princeton have the strength 
of Gibraltar. Buz Levick had traveled from the interior of Mexico 
just to attend the Reunion, and even the men who hadn't been back 
since graduation, admitted that seeing everybody again was worth 
more than they had ever imagined. 

That night it grew bitter cold, and as we huddled about the camp 
fire in citizens' clothes we listened to the tales of a certain Riley 
Wilson, imported from Cha'stown, West Virginia. He was a great 
success. In fact, he was such a great success that '98 stole him from us. 

No one will forget the part Riley Wilson played in the entertain- 
ment at Reunion Headquarters. Bart Johnston and Charlie Reeves 
walked with him by night and slept with him by day. 

But lest those who saw Riley only in his story telling may think that 
Riley did not have a serious side, we have to say that after he left 
Princeton he wrote us a letter in which he says: "After some little 
delay in getting through the crowd at the station, and before looking 



Riley Wilson 




up the reunion headquarters, I took a walk around Princeton, seeing 
the wonderful beauties of that historic place. It was impossible to 
keep from noticing the old grads who had been out for years in that 
great university of experience, and hearing each and every one extend 
to the other the most cordial and sincere greeting, regardless of 
parties, creeds or college cliques, assuming no other relation to the 
other than 'we are Princeton men.' With the others I threw myself 
in her arms and thought here indeed is the birthplace of loyalty, and 
her sons portray the highest type of gentleness and culture." 

As it grew colder and colder, and Judge Sterrett's beer grew more 
and more impotent, we abandoned the tent and flocked together into 
the house, where we made merry until the wee sma' hours. 



SUNDAY— CLASS DAY 

Sunday morning appealed differently to different men. In Bun 
^Vilson's account he refers to "how beautiful the birds were singing 
that Sunday morning" as he was walking home to bed at the hour 
of six a. m., while Frazer Harris, as conscientious as ever, had retired 
at four in order to attend to his work at the Headquarters Sunday 
morning. He calls particular attention to the fact that "Sunday was 
my morning to sweep out the butts and empty the steins." Most of 
Sunday morning was spent in sitting on the piazza and talking over 
all that had happened in the past ten years. Percy Pyne and Edgar 
Palmer furnished their cars with chauft'eurs and many trips were made 
to the Graduate College and other places of interests. Others strolled 
about the Campus. 

Class Meeting 

After lunch we gathered in the tent for a short class meeting, which 
was intended to, and did, result in awaking the interest and Class 
pride in our Memorial Fund. The Class Memorial received a greater 
impetus at that minute than it had in former years. Gus Roche made a 
very clear statement of how the fund stood. The result of the meeting 
was that then and there three thousand dollars additional was pledged 
to the fund. 

Memorial Service 

To many of us Sunday was the best day of Old Home Week. Im- 
mediately after the class meeting we formed in line and quietly walked 
two by two to Marquand Chapel for the Memorial service, each 
wearing a white carnation. The entire reuning body without one 
single exception attended the exercises. It was a most impressive 
service. 

John Steen was in entire charge of this Memorial service and had 
spent an enormous amount of time arranging the details. John had 
asked all the clergymen in the class who could be present to take some 
part in the service or assist as ushers. A program had been printed 
containing the order of exercises and the names of the nineteen men 
who had died since the class entered college. The entire service was 
in the hands of members of the class. Spike Warbeke presided at 
the organ and the organ prelude was composed by Spike and dedicated 
to the memory of Miner Rogers. The class almost filled the entire 
center block of the Chapel. Danny Daniel, Jack Finney, Harry 
Turner and Ben lierr acted as ushers. After the Lord's Prayer, led 
by Hopkins, in which all joined, and the singing of the hymn "Come 
Thou Almighty King," the scripture lesson was read by Bill Van Tries. 
John Steen then read the names of those who had gone before and 
spoke briefly of their lives and influence. 

Address by John Steen 

We are here in the informal relationship of members of a family to 
do honor to those who have gone before. In the limit of the time at 
my disposal, I can inake no attempt to speak in more than a most 
general way of the lives and influences which have brought us to- 
gether this afternoon. But I know that each one of us for himself 
will be able to fill in what I shall be obliged to omit until the picture 
of each life stands complete. 

Since we entered the University we have lost nineteen men by death. 
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Three were taken before the class was graduated and one in each of 
the three years immediately following. Our heaviest numerical loss 
was sustained in 1908 when eight men were taken. In 1909 and 1910 
each, one died, and one in each of the following two years. Finally 
scarcely two months ago the last one was taken. I am going now to 
read the list of names not as they are printed on our program but 
with the names of familiarity and affection by which we shall always 
remember them. And I am conscious that as I read, the very names 
will recall to us with peculiar freshness, the personalities of these dear 
friends. (Reading of the list.) 

We are thinking of these men to-day in one of the many relation- 
ships which they sustained. All of them, I venture to say, are re- 
membered as men who participated in spheres of activity in the great 
world of affairs, and there rendered service of permanent value. 
Their comrades in these relationships have already taken the oppor- 
tunity to express their appreciation and to pay their tributes. We are 
recalling these men to-day in the peculiar relationship which they 
sustained to Princeton, who gave to the lives of them all her molding 
touch, and to whom each one never ceased to look with gratitude. 

I am sure that there is not one of these nineteen who, if they were 
still living, would not be with us to-day if this were within possibility. 
But even as we think of their absence, there comes to my mind the 
thought that in a sense the Great Reunion, for which all of us are 
preparing, is over yonder in that other life into which, if our Christian 
faith has any meaning, these men have already gone. These nineteen 
are the first comers and the rest of us have not graduated yet. 

Meanwhile we are united to them by a twofold bond of union which 
makes this service to-day one not alone of regret but, as well, of true 
friendship. There is first the bond of memory, which brings up before 
us the several personalities of these men and makes us feel as though 
they were again at our side. We have no difficulty in recalling the 
faces and individual characteristics of any one of this group. We 
distinctly have in mind their little peculiarities of speech or traits of 
conduct, those things which made them unique and memorable. Their 
lives stand out before us in vivid outline, and we see them to-day just 
as we knew them years ago. Again and again memories of the past 
come to refresh us. 

But there is another and a stronger bond, which may be called the 
bond of common activity in life. We know of some of the things for 
which these men stood and fought, and while we are aware that no 
good life is unfinished, still we must be conscious that every life 
leaves certain tasks uncompleted. These men labored yet did not live 
long enough to enter into and enjoy the full fruits of their labors. 
Their life is to be measured, however, not by length of days but by 
quality of achievements, and I venture to say that the things for 
which we honor them most are not, after all, the superficial expressions 
of personality which made them once so attractive to us — in other 
words, traits which the kindly touch of the years would doubtless grad- 
ually have altered : we honor them not because of their limitations, 
in which we are their kinsmen, but because of sterling qualities, no- 
bility of spirit, and the grip upon some eternal things which marked 
them as worthy souls. 

Our comradeship is therefore not interrupted but is the wholesome, 
expanding friendship of lives that are trying to complete each other 
and thus enter into the lasting comradeship of service. It is not out 



of place, therefore, in this pi-esence to say that, if we loved these 
friends while they were with us, we shall be shaming that affection 
unless we ourselves are making further progress along the way we 
started with them, keeping pace as it were with their spirits and being 
led to do something finer and nobler because they still inspire us. 

After the address by John Steen, prayer was oft'ered by Mac Taylor, 
and the hymn "Now The Day is Over," which was the favorite of 
Charlie Hall, was sung by a quintette composed of Otto Hack, Clarence 
Garbrick, Watty Watkins, Andy Freeman and Jim Miller. At^ this 
point the special feature of the program was taken up, and with a 
simple but impressive ceremony the tablet to Daniel Miner Rogers 
was unveiled. John Steen spoke for a few minutes on the life of 
jN'Iiner Rogers as follows : 

Daniel Miner Rogers 

We are not lessening the esteem in which we hold all other noble 
lives when we select one for unique distinction. It has seemed pecu- 
liarly fitting that on this Tenth Anniversary we should remember with 
special gratitude the career of one of our classmates, Daniel Miner 
Rogers, who because of the tragic circumstances surrounding his 
death, and the striking unselfishness of the service he rendered, stands 
as an example of the ideal life. 

Miner Rogers was born at New Britain, Connecticut, April 25, 
1882. He attended school in New England and was graduated with 
our class with honors. He immediately entered Hartford Theological 
Seminary, from which he was graduated in 1906. The fulfillment of 
a long-standing purpose came when he was sent forthwith as a mis- 
sionary of the American Board to the Central Turkey Mission, his 
station being Tarsus. He was married on May 29, 1908, at Palmer, 
Mass., to Miss Mary Phelps Chrystie, the daughter of a veteran 
missionary of Turkey. 

The events surrounding Miner's death concern themselves with a 
serious outbreak of hostilities between Turks and Arrrienians in the 
city of Adana, to which Rogers with other missionaries had gone for 
the purpose of attending a missionary conference. The full story of 
these events forms a most thrilling account. We may only briefly 
mention their outcome. On April 14, 1909 the outbreak had grown 
to such proportions that the streets were being swept by rifle volleys 
and fires of incendiary origin were breaking out in many parts of the 
city. The following day, April 15, the conflagration had increased 
and was threatening the Girls' School in which fourteen missionaries, 
nine of them being English and American women, and eighty school 
girls had sought refuge. Although no one had previously ventured into 
the street on account of the excessive firing, Stephen Trowbridge, 
whom all of us know as a member of the class of 1902, with a com- 
panion, Henry Maurer, went out and did valiant work in cutting away 
wooden porches and pouring water upon nearby walls and roofs. 
During this time the soldiers and looters appeared in many quarters, 
but when challenged, gave assurance that they would not molest the 
Americans. Finding that more help was needed, Trowbridge and 
Maurer came back to the school and called for volunteers. Rogers 
took off his coat and came at once. It was about fifteen minutes later 
that two shots rang out and Rogers and Maurer both fell mortally 
wounded. The source of these shots was never accurately ascertained. 

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The two men were carried within the school building and there expired 
a few minutes later. They were buried in the mission compound the 
following day while the siege still continued. 

I want to take this opportunity in passing to refer to the heroic 
service rendered by Steve Trowbridge, and to express the joy which 
we all must feel that in the midst of many perils his life of wide use- 
fulness was spared. The mere fact that he was not asked to lay down 
that life in no way detracts from the value of his sacrifice, and it 
gives_ us a peculiar sense of pride to know that in a situation char- 
acterized by the utter incompetency of officials and complete disregard 
of persons and property, this friend of ours should have proven him- 
self a pillar of strength and by his vigorous and courageous action 
should have been a prime factor in the saving of human lives and the 
restoration of order. 

As we honor the living so do we delight to honor the dead. Miner 
Rogers was a faithful witness to his faith. He adorned the doctrine 
he professed. A diligent student of more than ordinary promise, a 
raan of fine sensibilities, of passionate devotion to good things, a lover 
of art, music and life, an unfailing friend who knew the bonds of a 




, BORN APRIL 25™ 1882 

..i...i.JATADANA.TURKEY. APRIL 1515 19l09 

THIS TABLET ISJRECTED 

BY HIS FELLOW MEMBERS OF 

THE CLASS OF 1903 

"GREATER LOVE HATH NO MAN THAN THIS, THAT A HAN 
LAY DOWN HIS LIFE FOR HIS FRIENDS: 



common purpose and a volunteer privileged to lay down his life for 
the people he loved to serve — we honor him for his death but still 
more for his life, a life which has proved itself a tribute to the power 
of his Christianity not only to make a man brave but also to make him 
good. 

The life and the service of any graduate of Princeton belong to the 
University. The honor which may fall upon him is reflected upon her. 
The sacrifice which he may offer places a wreath at her feet. And it 
is for this reason that as a class, we wish to give some tangible re- 
minder of the worthy life of Miner Rogers to the Princeton that he 
loved and that fitted him to render conspicuous service. 



After John had concluded his remarks the class turned to the 
tablet itself, which has been placed in the northwest corner of the 
Chapel wall, over the Faculty stalls. Here Percy Pyne, as President 
of the class, unveiled the tablet and President Hibben gratefully ac- 
cepted it on behalf of the University. Prayer was offered by George 
Scott. Governor Odell announced the hymn "For All the Saints who 
from their Labors Rest," and Morgan Ashley pronounced the bene- 
diction. The class then filed out past the tablet, on which later were 
placed the white carnations in memory of Miner Rogers and the 
others who had gone. The tablet, which was authorized by the Re- 
union Committee and erected by the contributions made by all the 
class to the reunion fund, was executed by the Gorham Company of 
New York, and after the approval of Mr. Cram, the supervising archi- 
tect of the University. It is of dark bronze, three feet by two feet 
three inches. A picture of the tablet is placed in this account of the 
Memorial service. This tablet is a handsome addition to what is 
coming to be the martyrs' corner, where there is already placed the 
marble and bronze tablets to Taylor '82 and Hodge '93. 

We Have Our Picture Taken Again 
Going back to Headquarters we gathered on the front steps and 
had our picture taken in citizens' clothes. A reproduction of this 
picture appears as the frontispiece of this Record. It is difficult 
to show in this small reproduction the clearness of the original, but it 
is worth mentioning that this is probably the best class photograph 
ever taken in Princeton. In the original, every man with the excep- 
tion of the back row under the banner is an excellent likeness. 

Long Distance Cup 

Sunday was Class Day. No visitors were allowed at Headquarters 
any time during the afternoon or evening. After supper that night 
the trial for the long distance cup began. Various candidates offered 
evidence in support of their respective claims. The chief amuse- 
ment, however, was Juror No. 12, in the person of Alex Stabo. In 
spite of Alex's evident bias and dilatory tactics, the persuasive oratory 
of Hon. George S. Couch, of Charleston, W. Va., and his client, the 
Hon. Frederick C. Fairbanks of the Pacific Coast and Atlantic City 
was awarded the cup only to lose it next day on the arrival of Buz 
Levick from Mexico, who, as Freddy says, only beat him out by a 
few thousand miles. 

Howard Ameli, on behalf of the Class, presented to big Jimmy 
Ames a cane in recognition of his cane spree victories of under- 
graduate days. 

Sunday evening cablegrams sending greetings to the class were re- 
ceived from Bunny Reed, who was in Beirut, Syria, and Sam 
ITigginbottom, who was in India. 

1912 IS Repulsed 

During the trial we were beseiged by a mob of 1912 men. Ward 
Chamberlin, who was the policeman on duty at the tune, quickly sum- 
moned his reserves without disturbing the class, and with his plain 
clothes men repulsed the enemy, who proceeded to march in their 
defeat down Nassau Street, singing airs not too complimentary to 
our class. Mayor Phillips, trying to maintain in other classes the 
high standard of deportment set by our class, fined 1912 the next 
morning $100, which we understand was charged up to the profit and 
loss account of their memorial fund. 



It is only fair to 191 2 to say that the leaders of the class greatly 
regretted the unfortunate incident and presented their apologies in 
due form, and furthermore inserted a very nice paragraph in the 1912 
Come Back, their very clever class paper. Right here it might be 
noted that a strong effort was made by the Committee to discourage 
any questionable entertainment among our own members, and cer- 
tainly the Committee did not intend to permit rough house outsiders 
to alter the rules. It was generally agreed that the tone of the reunion 
was high, that anything offensive was frowned on, and that the men 
of the class cooperated with the Committee to enforce its rules. We 
had the reputation of having the hardest headquarters to enter in 
town, and this course, we believe, justified itself. Without wishing 
to appear sanctimonious, we believe we conducted our Decennial on 
a plane which met with the commendation of the University and town 
authorities. 

MONDAY— FIELD DAY 

Monday was Field Day, and we were a particularly favored class. 
Just think, another Yale game ! How many reunion committees have 
provided two Yale games at Princeton in one commencement season? 
Echo answers none ! 

Mayor Detwiler et al gambol on Brokaw Field 

First of all, we had our Olympic games at Brokaw Field, with 
fifty yard dashes frontwards and backwards, a three-legged race and a 
relay race with 1906, etc., etc. Of course Mayor Detwiler of Pennsyl- 
vania won almost everything, and most of the things Det didn't win 
Harry — we mean Ryerson — Decker did. Handsome cups had been 
provided for all of the events by the Reunion Committee, and the 
committee in charge of the selection of these cups, consisting of 
Howard Ameli ancl Percy Pyne, ought to be congratulated on their 
taste. The cups were so attractive that everyone wanted to try in 
eac'h event to win one, and the managers of the games ran oft" the 
events so fast that the secretary was unable to keep an accurate list 
of those to whom the prizes were handed, and even if he had kept one 
it wouldn't be right, as so many of the sports who won more than 
one cup went to trading their additional cups for steins of beer or 
bags of Bull Durham. The golf match was played off the next day, 
and in a field of two entries Pedler Palmer w'on first prize, with 
Percy Pyne a close second. The cup for the tennis championship of 
the class is still in the secretary's office. There are many claimants 
for the cup, and if the Secretary is to have any friends left in the 
class he will have to have the adjudication of the matter left to some 
arbitration tribunal. Better still, why not play this off at a spring 
field day to be held by the class in Princeton some Saturday in May. 

After the games the Class of 1906, who had been our guests on 
Brokaw Field, appended their band to ours and headed by this fifty- 
piece band under the leadership of Otto Hack, we marched back to 
Headquarters amid the applause of the Commencement crowd which 
had gathered. 

Luncheon at Drumthwacket 

At noon, taking our band, of course, we marched, every man of us, 
down to Drumthwacket, where the class were t'he guests of Mr. and 
Mrs. M. Taylor Pyne and Percy at lunch. After strolling around the 
beautiful grounds for some time with our wives we gathered and had 
our pictures taken. It is impossible for the class to express in words 



our appreciation of the hospitality extended to us on Monday noon 
of Old Home Week. It was one of the most enjoyable features of 
the entire week and will never be forgotten by a man who was fortu- 
nate enough to be able to attend. 

The Second Yale Game 

After lunch we started for Yale game No. 2. The costumed P-rade 
on Saturday was nothing to the dignity of our P-rade Monday. Bun 
Wilson says we are a good looking lot even when disguised as gentle- 
men. Never mind the result of the game. We enjoyed that stirring 
twelve-inning battle anyway. 

Faculty Night 
After dinner Monday evening we had Faculty Night. It had been 
said that Facult}' Nights were coming to be a thing of the past, but 
our class .showed that even Faculty Nights could ''come back." We 
had as our guests President Hibben, the German Ambassador, Dr. 
Patton, Mr. M. Taylor Pyne, Mr. Bayard Heniy, and several others, 
all of whom addressed us. Percy Pyne presided, and everyone was 
on his good behavior, and it was a most enjoyable occasion. As the 
German Ambassador, escorted by President Plibben, entered the tent, 
the band played "Die Wacht Am Rhein." The crowd sang and the 
Ambassador seemed much pleased. We don't know whether the 
Ambassador cared for Judge Sterrett's American brew, but he saw 
the bottom of a couple of steins. During the time the Ambassador 
was present our class president spent a very uneasy hour, since the 
waiters in quietly passing pitchers of beer in one hand and buttermilk 
in the other, filled our president's stein with buttermilk. Without 
noticing this lack of understanding on the part of the waiters Percy 
took a large swallow which came near breaking up the performance. 
But even this was nothing compared to his fear that the Ambassador 
had been treated likewise. Percy summoned one after another of 
the members of the Committee, instructing them to look in the Am- 
bassador's stein to see that he had the German rather than the Bill 
Singer drink. At the conclusion of the Faculty performance the cold 
weather drove the class indoors, where they stayed far into the night, 
singing songs and telling stories. Towards morning the littest sur- 
vivors visited the dance which was going on at the Gymnasium. 

TUESDAY 

Tuesday morning found a large percentage of the men still in town. 
It was a beautiful warm summer day, and basking in the sun in front 
of the Headquarters the Committee proceeded to figure out the at- 
tendance record. Early that morning Arthur Hayden, who had left 
Texas early in the week before and who had been held up by a train 
wreck, arrived making our 184th man. We thus broke all attendance 
records for Decennial Reunions by nineteen. Unfortunately, the 
awarding of the attendance cup is based on the percentage of alumni 
attending the reunion and not on the actual number, and the cup was 
consequently won by the Class of '88, which had a very much smaller 
number in actual attendance. The judges, in announcing the decision 
at the Alumni Luncheon, gave 1903 '"honorable mention." Forty of 
the men attended the Alumni Luncheon Tuesday noon. 

After lunch we repaired to the tent and spent the afternoon saying 
good-bye to the men who were leaving, and at five o'clock declared the 
Headquarters formally closed, and took down the large street banner 

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which for five days had announced to the world that 1903 was "at 
home." For two or three days afterward Lit Sterrett, Frazer Harris 
and others stayed by the Chairman, helping him to close up the business 
alTairs of the reunion, and then one after another of these men pulled 
out, leaving Princeton in the dead quiet of summer and the 1903 
Decennial Reunion as an historical event. 

Your Secretary has in this imperfect way thrown together the 
various well written accounts of the reunion. We have taken one 
pound of Al Smith's hash, added a pinch of Frazer Harris' checker- 
paper-believe^me-I-am-Sir-yours truly account, mixed it with John 
Steen's good stuff and seasoned it to taste with Bun Wilson's wit, 
stirred till done and here it's served. 

Your Secretary cannot close this account without again expressing 
his appreciation of the testimonial with which the class presented him 
on Monday of Old Home Week. It is his most prized possession be- 
cause of the spirit which prompted the action of the class. The 
Reunion was a success, but it was not because of the Chairman of 
the Committee. It was because there was a Reunion Committee of 
some fifteen or twenty men, all of whom were cooperating with the 
Chairman in every way they possibly could to make a success of Old 
Home Week, and because we have the best class that ever graduated 
from Princeton. 



FINANCIAL REPORT 



GENERAL STATEMENT OF RECEIPTS AND EXPENDITURES 



RECEIPTS 

Incidentals $5-00 

Hat Bands 4.00 

Baseball Tickets, etc 205.72 

Pyne Cups 32.00 

Meals 402.10 

Rooms 304.7s 

Tobacco 93-i6 

Interest 18.22 

Loan 70,00 

Buttons 1912 52.10 

Septennial Reunion Fund . . . 49.03 
Subscriptions (214 contribut- 
ing) 5,996.9s 



EXPENDITURES 

Ninth Reunion $13.20 

Costumes 1,311.40 

Incidentals 3s8.io 

Tin Horn 321.61 

Class Election 1 1.4S 

Headquarters 812.00 

Cane — J. W. Ames 13.9s 

Hat Bands 117.10 

Banner 37-98 

Band and Entertainment.... 780.90 

Rogers Memorial Tablet.... 181.65 

Baseball Tickets, etc 207.50 

Cups 88.80 

Colonial Flags 20.00 

Refreshments 514-94 

Meals 451.25 

Rooms 302.50 

Tobacco 88.63 

Directory 176.41 

Decorations 88.00 

Clerk 55.00 

Doormen 45.00 

Payment Loan 70.00 

Bank Balance July 15, 1913 1,165.66 



',233.03 



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Gross Receipts $7,233-03 

Gross Expenditures 6,067.37 

Bank Balance $1,165.66 

Gross Expenditures $6,067.37 

Deducting Sales Accounts and Expenditures other tlian for 
Decennial Reunion 

1912 Reunion $i3-20 

Incidentals 50.00 

Tin Horn 321.61 

Class Election i i.4S 

Baseball Tickets, etc 207.50 

Meals 451.25 

Rooms 302.50 

Tobacco 88.63 

■ 1,446.14 

Net cost of Decennial Reunion $4,621.23 

Number of men contributing 214 

Average cost of reunion per man contributing $21.59 

Number of men in attendance 184 

Average cost of reunion per man attending $25.11 

Total subscriptions paid $5,996.95 

Number of subscribers 214 

Average subscription $28.02 

C. Whitney Darrow, 



This is to certify that we have audited 
the accounts herewith and find them 
correct. 

Frank H. Little, 
James H. Walker, 

Auditing Committee. 



Chairman. 



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GENTLEMEN, MISS KELLEHER ! 

Princeton, N. J., Feb. 9, 1914. 
Dear Boys: 

So many of you lazy boys have been good to me in sending letters 
and pictures for the Record that I asked Mr. Darrow to let me put 
this little message in the book. 

Many of you wrote me such dear personal letters that I am at- 
taching a few of them but I think it would be best not to print the 
rest. 

I am a real Princeton rooter and an '03 girl. Everyday I wear the 
Princeton pin Mr. Chamberlin sent me. He tells me now that up to 
the time he met me he thought there was no such person and that 
Mr. Darrow had written the letters himself. Wasn't that silly? 
Wasn't it funny that Dr. Newell, Mr. Stobo and Mr. Gar. Scott all 
sent their flowers on the same day? My room looked like a young 
greenhouse — and Mr. Scott wrote such a nice note too. 

It is too bad I can't mention all the boys who have been good to 
me and I can't thank you personally as I leave town before the book is 
published and you will never hear from me again. 

Sincerely yours, 
Mae Belle Kelleher. 

the letter that started all the trouble 

Confidential 
Dear Mr. 1903 : 

I hope you will pardon my being so bold as to write you when we 
have never been introduced. Mr. Darrow would be terribly angry if 
he knew I did it so you must not let him know. I am even using his 
paper and stamps. 

I am a poor working girl and cannot afford to give up my fine position 
as Mr. Darrow's stenographer, but if things go on as they have for 
the past few weeks I will have to resign. Every morning when Mr. 
Darrow goes through his mail he looks for your statistics, a letter 
from you for publication in the Class Record, and your picture and 
pictures of your children. He doesn't find them, and then his lan- 
guage is perfectly terrible. I hate to say it but it's true. I am not 
used to this sort of thing, and I appeal to you for relief. Please send 
what he asks for so he will not talk the way he does any more, and so 
I can keep my job. 

You don't know me, but I have heard so many nice things about 
you that I feel you are the kind of man who will do what I ask. 

Yours respectfully, 

Mae Belle Kelleher. 

New York, Sept. 21, 1913. 
Dear Madam : 

In opening Mr. Hibben's mail, as I always do, I was shocked some 
time ago to find a letter from some female person of whom, I am sure^ 



Mr. Hibben has never heard. On reading the letter — I read all of 
Mr. Hibben's letters — I was even more shocked at its content. 

I do not feel that Mr. Hibben's pure ears should be offended with 
such brutal things as you detail in your description of Mr. Darrow's 
office. Mr. Darrow's office may be conducted like a railway con- 
struction camp, but Mr. Hibben's is not. I know that Mr. Hibben's 
sensitive nature would revolt against anything so degrading as the 
language which you say Mr. Darrow employs in the daily conduct 
of his business. Devoted as I am to Mr. Hibben's interests, I feel 
that I should spare him the wound to his delicacy which I feel sure 
your letter would cause. I have therefore decided to destroy your 
letter and to conceal its existence from Mr. Hibben. 

As to the matter of a photograph of my employer, I must inform 
you that he shrinks from the publicity attendant upon the publication 
of his likeness. He therefore has made it a rule never to give out 
photographs of himself. In this instance, however, I feel that there 
may be reasons which would justify an elastic treatment of this rule. 
I shall therefore make you a selection of some half dozen of my own 
personal . portraits of Mr. Hibben, and send them to you for delivery 
to Mr. Darrow. 

I have endeavored to keep my comment on your letter to Mr. Hib- 
ben within the bounds of the most perfect courtesy. Do not, however, 
push me too far. I should deeply resent any further communication 
from you addressed to Mr. Hibben. 

Faithfully yours, 

Nellie Marie Nasel, 
Secretary to Mr. Hibben. 

New York, Oct. 29, 1913. 
Dear Mae, 

Your telepathic spirit is upon me and I feel its inagnetic influence 
so strongly that I can't resist answering your confidential but sweet 
and urgent appeal to me to write a letter to Mr. Darrow and thereby 
keep your employer from swearing so terribly in your presence on 
account of my procrastination. You know, Mae, if I can do anything 
to help you keep your job, I will gladly assist you but I feel that the 
salvation of Whitney's soul is of far greater importance, so for this 
reason I am allowing myself to be governed by your influence in 
writing him to-day the few lines which you have so earnestly requested. 

I have already sent in my statistics and photographs of myself and 
son but as yet you have not acknowledged receiving same thereby 
keeping me in such suspense wondering whether they pleased you. 
If you really like my picture you may have it when ^Ir. Darrow 
completes the record but you must keep it confidential and don't let 
him know anything about it. Then you can send me your photograph 
in return because some day I may need a real pretty stenographer 
for my office. 

If Mr. Darrow doesn't stop his profanity in your presence you tell 
him you have another job. In the meantime be good, work hard and 
help Whitney get out the best class decennial record ever published 
and all the boys will reward you with bushels of kisses and barrels 
of love. 

Affectionately, 
Jack Forney. 



TELEGRAM 

Chicago, 111., Sept. 3, 1913. 
C. Whitney Darrow, Esq., 
Princeton, N. J. 

Is Mae Belle good looking? Answer at my expense. 

Uri B. Grannis. 

Jersey City, N. J., Sept. 5, 1913. 
My Dear Miss Kelleher : 

I have }'our heartrending appeal of the 29th ultimo and have been 
profoundly moved by your plight. To aid you, I hasten to send 
enclosed a letter and under separate cover, a photograph. Turn these 
over to Mr. Darrow. 

I do this to assist you, but it is under one condition, namely, that 
my letter to the class be published in full. Observe this condition as 
you appreciate my efiOort in your behalf. 

Yours very truly, 

Cl-I.\RLES H. HiGGINS. 

Uniontown, Pa., Sept. 6, 19 13. 
Dear Whit : 

You will have to be more careful in the liberties you allow your 
stenographer. I am afraid some of her letters to me will get me in 
trouble, but I am glad to know that you are able to have one around 
and trust she is good looking. 

Seriously, I will get photographs for you at once both of my large 
famil}' and your obedient classmate. Do not close the book until 
3rou get mine. 

Yours truly, 

J. E. HUSTED. 

New York, Sept. 5, 191 3. 
My dear Miss Kelleher : 

Your appeal for relief has not fallen on deaf ears and if Mr. Dar- 
row is acting as you say he is I cannot rest for a minute knowing 
that a letter from me will help even a little bit to make it possible for 
you to remain as his stenographer. 

Your description of his ungentlemanly talk and lack of self control 
disturbs me greatly. I had always regarded Mr. Darrow as a very 
proper man. I can't imagine where he learned to use such language 
for certainly he never used to talk like that. He must have fallen in 
with very bad company since his classmates moved away from 
Princeton. 

Do not hesitate to write again if he does not act better. Should it 
be necessary, much as I'd hate to do it, I should report his behavior 
to our President, Mr. Pyne. 

Yours most sincerely, 

Paul J. Ralph. 

St. Louis, Oct. 20, 191 3. 
Dear Mae : 

I have just received your second note and apologize most abjectly 
for not having written to you sooner. And to think that that fellow 
Gar Scott got in ahead of me! 



Really and truly, Til send in my dope next week, and I have an 
appointment with the photographer for next Sunday. That means a 
picture for you inside of two weeks. Extend my regrets to Whitney. 

As ever, 

H. C. SCHWEIKERT. 

Philadelphia, Sept. 20, 191 3. 
Dear j\Iae : 

I have no use for Whitney (don't tell him that) but I would love to 
know you. 

In Freshman year, at our eating house there was an expression 
much in use "On the fire." Tell Whitney that abotit describes the 
status of my statistics. 

Yours lovingly, 

Isaac W. Roberts. 

24 Cd 45 Letter 

Lb New York, Oct. 28, 191 3. 
Mae Belle Kelleher, 

Care Whitney Darrow, Princeton, N. J. 
Dear Mae : — Howard Alex Billy and myself will send our pictures 
so you will have them on November first we would have sent them 
before but were afraid you wouldn't write to us after you had seen 
them, but do write to me some more wontcher. 

Ward. 

Sheridan, Pa., Sept. 5, 1913. 
My Dear Whitney : 

I hate to say anything about a poor, hard working girl, especially if 
it may result in the loss of her position. I hope, therefore, that you 
will only warn and not discharge her. 

I feel', however, that I must speak to you about the actions of your 
stenographer. I received a letter from, her the other day in regard to 
the statistic blanks and while it was, in itself, innocent enough, it led 
to a great deal of unhappiness and almost the wrecking of a home. 

In my absence my wife opened the letter and it has been next to 
impossiJDle to convince her that I was not very intimate with Mae Belle 
while at Princeton. She threatened repeatedly to leave me. Even now, 
I am not at all sure how long she will remain under my roof. You 
see now what a mountain a jealous woman can make cut of a mole hill. 

Besides this, you fell greatly in my wife's estimation. Dear Mae 
Belle said she would have to resign because of your profane lan- 
guage, which she attributed to your not receiving my blank. As I 
had endowed you with every virtue it has been doubly difficult to 
again install you on that pinnacle of industry and integrity to which 
you belong. However, I finally succeeded by taking the entire blame 
upon myself. I hope you appreciate the fact that for your sake I 
have become a martyr. 

Yours very trudy. 

Regis Chauvenet. 



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